It was the afternoon. The cloudy, gloomy dark sky, however, made it difficult to believe. It had been days since the people had seen the sun, and from their reaction, it was clear this wasn't surprising.
The weather did not bother them; if anything, they were quite pleased by it.
Sure, the air was cold, but there was no storm or snowfall. At the very least, this weather—though cold—wouldn't be taking their lives, and this was all it took for the Velmourns to thank the Gods and continue the day with smiles.
A smile that made Vandra sick.
The more smiles she saw, the angrier she felt.
When she thought about the Open Kitchen—the reason all these people were rushing towards the Elders' square with these smiles—her anger rose even further, so much that the woman just snorted in disgust.
Just as she thought—her husband was right.
He was just a man.
