"Cabbage, cheap sale! Cabbage, cheap sale!"
"Eggs, eggs, eggs, the eggs have jumped off a cliff, for sale!"
The fiery sky at dusk and the deep blue sky were distinctly separate, and wisps of smoke rose from the small town formed by dozens of houses.
In the town square, most of the market people were dispersing, either heading home under the sunset or staying in the town's tavern and casino for a while.
"Monk Modie, we're leaving."
"By the Saint Master." Monk Modie, dressed in a black monk's hooded robe, drew a character on his forehead and bade farewell to the family of five who had sold out their peas.
"Monk Modie, have you eaten? Why don't you come to my house for a meal?" A tall, burly man waved at Modie.
"I'm fasting, only eating black bread and water these days, so I won't disturb you." Modie smiled and patted the man's hairy, muscular arm, "Don't lead me into temptation."
"Hahaha." The burly man laughed and walked away.
