Neum, the station.
The holiday of the Moon Feast had not yet ended, but the place was already crowded with bustling people.
An bearded Dwarf cloaked in bear fur, resembling an upright bear cub, swung the whip in his hand, cursing at the pedestrians blocking the way with some unspeakable foul words;
A Half orc, bare-chested with solid, muscular form writhing and expanding under the sweat-soaked pale green skin, grimaced due to excessive exertion, heaving heavy sacks off a carriage.
The Moon Feast was certainly worth celebrating, but for many impoverished residents in the slums, who couldn't even fill their bellies, it was at most an excuse to have a relatively lavish dinner on the festival day.
Things like "holidays" and "rest" could only be enjoyed by "city folks" with steady jobs and regular income.
In their situation, missing a day of work meant an extra day of hunger.
No one would forgo the opportunity to earn money for those elusive holiday customs.
"Big news! Big news!"
