They were just cut off from messages, but didn't have their ears covered.
As more and more city residents went to the suburbs to "look at houses," they more or less caught wind of something, and the housing prices in White Dew District became uncontrollable.
Morning.
The newly risen sun had just climbed over the horizon, and the market in White Dew Town was already crowded and bustling with activity.
Stalls that once only saw a few villagers were now packed with unfamiliar faces from the city.
These city folks, dressed in clean and tidy wool coats and leather boots, waded back and forth through the muddy-mixed street without regard for decorum.
The old man selling apples stood in front of his stall, packing apples into paper bags for the strangers before him while complaining in slang to the vendor beside him.
"It's like seeing demons! The carriages passing by my stand today are more than I've seen all last year!"
