The sky had turned dark. Slowly a sound resounding through the town.
-Pitter, patter, pitter, patter.
Dark clouds blotted the sky, a passing winter shower greeting the town of Loana. As the cold droplets fell, they robbed the people of the hard accumulated warmth, scarce during this cold month.
And yet, a line of people refused to budge even in this warmth stealing rain, standing resolutely as they lined up in front of a tent, that seemed to glow golden.
The line of people consisted of a variety of men and women of contrasting qualities. Some seemed too fit, seemingly unaffected by the cold shower, with a variety of battle wounds on their bodies. In stark contrast to them, stood the other category of people, with bodies shivering due to cold, they stood, some lacking a limb others having a sickly physique, barely enduring the cold's assault. Nonetheless, both groups refused to move, their resolve expressed through their actions, as the orderly moved forward.
