When they got to Futherfield, it was sunset. An orange hue filled the skies, and Rose found herself looking up through the carriage window one too many times. It was a pretty sunset, and while she stared up at it, she didn't remember her turmoils.
Futherfield was quite the town. It was just as big as Stonegate—possibly bigger. However, it didn't have strict entry like Stonegate did. There was a huge fence and a main entrance, but it didn't look like it went all around the town.
Rose could probably guess that the town was too big for that or perhaps there was some other reason she was unaware of. She doubted it was something she could ask anyone about.
Rose could see how they had a bandit problem, but the situation itself was indeed strange. Edenville barely had any guards and only an easy-to-break wooden gate, yet they had never had any issues with bandits. But here was a major town close to the capital having such a problem. It was concerning.
