Traffic Jam

The road was becoming busier by the minute, to the point that by noon, it almost felt like they were back in the city, with a wagon caravan passing every minute or two. There shouldn't be that many people in the cities nearby, according to the maps that Bruse Temple had shown them. 

They had seen hundreds of merchants just this morning, and there should have only been a few thousand people in the fifty-kilometre radius around the city. Certainly, not enough to need this many merchants.

In fact, there shouldn't be that many people with merchant as a trade in the entire region.

Then, suddenly, there were no more merchant wagons coming.

[Hawk, what is going on out there? Was it just a morning rush?] Karl asked.

If it was some sort of regional event, like a major market day, it might explain all the people on the road.