Walking out from the station, one arrives at the wide Red Moon Avenue, named to commemorate the Battle of Joan of Arc Castle.
Along the street, one could see a long line of horse-drawn carriages in various sizes.
The coachmen, wearing sun hats, rolled up the sleeves of their linen shirts above their elbows while shaking their fans and shouting loudly.
"Holy Arrival Hall, off we go!"
"Green Vine Lodge, two Dinars per person, two Dinars per person, setting off when full!"
"Going to Dane Castle? Going to Dane Castle?"
Upon spotting the group of over a hundred in Moroka's party, these taxi coachmen immediately swarmed over.
"Want to go to Green Vine Lodge, the cheapest and best lodge in Joan of Arc Castle!"
"Anyone for pickup? A big group gets 20% off."
The Pantsless Men hadn't seen such a scene before, either reacting in shock or timidly retreating, only pushing Moroka forward.
