It was as expected. The Copper roads were a hotbed of activity not only for sailors but also for laborers and service workers from all over the city. From the very first day that they set up shop, it was clear that they were running away with a hit.
It wasn't without its set of challenges, though. As the smell coming from the markets and slaughterhouses were directly carried into their stall by the ocean breeze. Not only that, pickpockets and drunks were coming over during the night. Grotash and the guards had their hands full during the first day, and Skeeter and his Whiskers were posted all over as lookouts for thieves and pickpockets.
After the first day, they learned their lesson. Word had spread like wildfire. None of the workers passing by could ignore the lovely smell of th
