The uprising on the eighteenth was three days ago, but the "remnants" left by the uprising have yet to be cleared.
The iron fences near the docks have been twisted by the flames.
Barricades made from church pews stretch across the square, with a broken halberd handle lodged in the crack of the oak planks.
Under the city's employ, a large number of laborers have been mobilized to clean the bloodstains and scorch marks from the streets and repair the damaged roads.
In the blazing sunlight, these laborers rolled up the sleeves of their linen shirts, and the sun turned their arms to a bronze sheen, glistening with sweat droplets.
Occasionally, the laborers would put down their bricks, straighten their backs, and look up at the sky.
At the street corner and in the square, dozens of tall gallows have been erected, suspending the corpses of the Knights and the rebels.
Under the bodies, citizens and laborers are happily purchasing low-priced bread with their ration tickets.
