Ratcatchers, and troubadours stalk the streets while jobless soldiers and hunters gathering in knots around the town. A carriage passes through town, richly ornamented. The shades are up, but the occupants are invisible inside. Will it stop here? Normally the mail stage has come through by this time. Was it taken by highwaymen? From time to time comes a glimpse of finery - one of the merchant fathers of the town out on business, trailing clerks and servants like a comet's tail. Or perhaps one of the high ladies of the town, whether born to her station or one who gained it by her own personal charms.
Such are the streets of this burg.