Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27147599-20180618181624/@comment-34052734-20180620002029

He continued to stroll in silence, the soft chirp of a sparrow hitting his ears from time to time. The bells which hung on doors jingled against the soft breeze, and the townsmen shuffled against the street, nodding away and tipping their hats to the lady-goers who would flush and scurry back into their houses.