The originally dim hall gradually became brighter, surrounded by the smell of burning oil.
Lynn crossed the hall, headed for the stairs, and directly arrived at the balcony on the third floor.
The height of more than ten meters allowed Lynn to see further.
Outside the town, streams of townsmen going out for work converged into flows of people on the lime road.
Finally, they gathered at the open square in front of the town, then entered the dining hall to enjoy their meal after a day's labor.
Further at the horizon, a bright shimmer was gradually fading.
Winter daytime hours were inherently shorter.
By seven o'clock, the already gray sky had completely darkened.
Near the castle, various red brick buildings formed a continuous area.
Handicraft Workshop District, Market District, Residential District, Dockyard, Shipyard...
Not only Lynn was observing all of this.
Red behind Lynn was also observing all of this.
Watching wisps of smoke rise from the red brick houses.
