The queue to Greg's smithy stretched out from his gates, then across the entire open field of the undeveloped town's outskirts, and then well into the town itself.
And yet, it was only within the premises that I could truly appreciate just how busy this place was.
The special pass that Selia used to bring us in in advance of the queue?
It only brought us closer, to the hidden courtyard where all the other VIPs gathered, all waiting in their designated queue.
And from the looks of things, it was one customer from the normal queue and then a customer from the VIP. One normal, one VIP, and so on and on, only changing when either of the queues would exhaust.
'From the looks of things, it's not like it ever happens,' I thought, scanning the small crowd hidden within the smithy's inner garden.
