It was broad daylight now.
The town of Shisa was bustling with its residents moving forward with their daily lives and chores. Tall and small buildings dotted the whole area and the metalled roads were the pride of the trade town. Shipments were transported from carts to the Customs building. Carriages carried people to their desired destinations. Children played merrily, Kirks barking out loud and insects screaming.
A grey haired government official was happily talking to his colleague, about the new consignment they had shipped to the customs building. They were triumphantly praising the 10% extra trade tax they charged from the shrivelled trader and managed to earn a bit without any effort. It was an amount of 1000 dumas. This amount could help a middle-class family to sustain for about a whole month.
