The night in Rapids City was enveloped in the cold winter wind.
The earlier return of Moliat seemed to have little effect.
The air still carried the pungent smell of coal smoke, and the coal stoves in front of the shops emitted a dim red afterglow.
Pedestrians wrapped in hoods and felt hats hurried by, and there were exceptionally more carriages on the streets and small boats in the city's canals today.
The destination of most of these pedestrians was the taverns or coffee houses along the street.
The yellow lights of the taverns cast flickering shadows at the street corners, and the opening and closing of wooden doors made creaking sounds.
Pushing open the heavy cedar door, Rangbang stepped into the bustling tavern.
After the constitutional convention three years ago, the Canal Club, consisting of representatives from Lower Reif County and local powerful figures, became a fixture.
Members of the Canal Club would gather regularly at a fixed tavern in the city.
