FAMILIAR SCENT
[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: FLOWER ~ SEVENTEEN]
"Chief Cortez!! Chief Cortez!!! Our goods are burning!!" One of the merchants shouted, running through the gathered crowd.
Cortez rushed outside, where his life's work was burning to the ground. It was like a nightmare one wished they could wake up from, but their feet were stuck to a place. He turned to look at the people gathered, watching him.
"H-how did this happen?" Cortez's assistant asked nobody in particular, his feet staggering on the ground. While Cortez stood calmly watching his goods end up in consuming flames.
"I heard some drunk men tried to keep themselves warm; the fire got out of control, and then this." Someone reported, looking at the man in pity. It was something serious and heart-wrenching for a merchant's goods to be burnt down, especially a merchant as big as Cortez, whose cargo was enough for more than five kingdoms.