The sky is a patch of blue that is spotted here and there with flawless white spots. The rising sun, smiles lazily in the busy people of Titledom who go about their duties in the midst of a recuperating town.
Fires go out whilst the smoke drifts through to the outside from charcoal coated chimneys that are placed on poorly roofed houses. The roofing, a conglomeration of different materials from brick to thatch and whatnot.
A few horses with riders on them, male mostly, canter through the now opening streets, raising dust in their wake just as the heat from the sun starts to moisten skins.
From the layout of the town of Titledom, the houses of the poor populace are clustered at the center of the location, just at the middle belt. The aristocrat live in well defined houses and manors to
