ACT 29 - THE FATEFUL ENCOUNTER

16 December 1020 The capital of England – Winchester:

A man with brown short hair, green eyes, he was middle aged and not that tall...

He stood on a small bridge while lighting his cigarette up in the early morning, he kept looking at his reflections in the water...

From his clothes, he looked like an adventurers..., they wear thick leathery clothes since they don't deteriorate as fast and are good for mostly any weather...

He let a long sigh while leaving the bridge and walked around the city of "Winchester...".

It's a beautiful alive city that shelters all the possible parties of society, from stupidly wealthy people, living in their own part of the city, in their incredibly huge mansions, eating the best kinds of food, and has direct impact on the city itself...

To reasonably rich people, to normal workers, sellers and merchants, to the lowest scums who can find nothing to eat, while most of them end up dying in a young age from diseases, hunger or just violence....