The wide cobble-stone road is lined with house with blue and red shingled roofs. The houses themselves are not much to look it, say for the intricate patterns created by the moss that runs up the cracks in the siding. The street is quiet. A few people walking home from the market come around every few minutes, and merchants travel through occasionally on the way to the market. There is Not, However, any lively conversation to be had, as the townsfolk stroll by in silence eyes to the ground. Perhaps weary of a stranger? or keeping secrets? – Requested by (Alias: Ghost Bee)