Gallop. Gallop. Gallop.
Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.~
On the busy roads, horses, wagons, carriages, and several people on foot, traveled their way, some heading into the town over yonder while others leaving instead.
Contrary to what many in his former world might think, people in this world seemed to care about fashion... Although the underlying fact was that they still cared about power.
Sweeping his eyes across the many peasants struggling with heavy bags on their backs, Wolfram could see they were all dressed too dull.
Whether it was men or women, one could categorically differentiate what class they came from.
The peasants dared not wear anything of color or good quantity so as not to pull the hatred from any stronger or nobler than they.
Never underestimate the jealousy of both women and men in these times.
How dare mere peasants look better than a noble? It was also defiant for mortals to dress up and stand before them, Sky Hailers?
