As they walked, they discovered the atmosphere of a thriving medieval town, which seemed to make Hypocamp a totally different place from last night.
The sun rose above the ramparts, illuminating the thatched and slate roofs of the houses huddled together.
The cobbled streets, winding and often narrow, quickly filled with merchants, craftsmen and busy townsfolk. The steady clatter of hooves on stone, mingled with the creaking of horse- or ox-drawn carts, echoed through the streets.
But this effervescence mixed with the fresh morning air made walking through the city a pleasant experience.
Passing back into the center of town, in the large market square, the scene was particularly lively.