Six months passed by in the blink of an eye. The change of seasons ushering in a cold wind from the east. Bastions position at the foot of a mountain did a great job of keeping the town free form the bite of the winter chill.
As the sun lazily poked its head over the horizon, the streets were busy with people from all different backgrounds. Hoards of people were congregating in an orderly fashion, as if they were waiting for someone, or something.
Hundreds of people waited patiently, chatting with each other with an air of excitement.
A short man and buxom woman walked out of their residence seeing the peculiar sight, and couldn't help but wonder what was going on.
"Excuse me, what is this line for?" The short man probed a young man who was busy chatting with his friend.
The young man gave a weird look in return, not understanding how these people were so clueless. "We're lining up for Hell's Kitchen." He responded eventually.