On the contrary, even though the lord is somewhat harsh to the refugees, he is relatively better to his own people.
Although the adventurers always laugh at them for having no freedom, staying on that piece of land their whole lives, and not affording even two bottles of wine a year, they can laugh back at those adventurers for going home every day to a cold bed, without even a warm bowl of pumpkin porridge, or anyone to cuddle with for warmth.
They talk about dreams and Saint Sis... but they're just slaves to money and honor.
In the tranquility of mutual disdain yet dependency, the people of Silver Pine Town entered the hibernation season.
But just as everyone was soundly dreaming, "the Corrosion of the Great Graveyard" quietly spread...
At the foot of the North Peak Mine, in the empty space next to an abandoned hotel, a group of skeleton soldiers were clattering away at work.
