The autumn breeze carried the scent of freshly baked bread from the main street. A merchant was hawking his wares next to a craftsman who was carving a crystal, the rhythmic and steady blows of his hammer echoing. Further on, two children were chasing a wooden ball, laughing as the sphere hit the stones of the road.
"You'll cause trouble again, you little rascals!" shouted an elderly man from his doorstep, but the smile on his face showed that he didn't mean it.