The biggest building in this village. That’s where the Village Chief lives. It’s in a place where I could see it no matter where I was, so I never got lost.
There were many people passing by, including wagons that looked like peddlers(merchants) and groups of adventurers. There was no atmosphere of desolation. The impression of a village left behind in time is strengthened.
After completing my observations, I arrived at the Village Chief’s house and knocked on the door. An old woman greeted me. If I remember correctly, she must have been the wife of the Village Chief.
“Who are you?”
Her voice sounded a little cautious.
It was understandable that an unfamiliar man would come to a village where I knew so many people.
“I want to move. I’m here to greet the Village Chief.”