The streets of Rapids City appeared exceptionally silent under the cover of night, yet in the central square of the Port District, drunken commoners were still gathering.
They somehow procured firewood and a large number of flags with the crests of ancient nobles, setting a huge bonfire ablaze in the center of the square.
The bonfire flickered in the cold wind, the chilly weather not dampening the fervor of the commoners one bit.
Light and shadow cast upon their faces, revealing intermittent anger.
A printing worker raised his fist and shouted to the commoners.
Behind him, a monk from the Holy Path faction stood on a barrel, delivering an impassioned speech.
He took out the council gazette and a bound compilation of clippings from "The Truth," beginning to refute Moliat's actions point by point.
"The nobles make us buy their bonds, claiming they fight on our behalf, what nonsense!"
