A collection of hooves and wagon wheels passed by the tavern on it's way to the East Gate. A few doors slammed behind it, and the streets began to fill itself with people, as the citizens began to make their way home, and a select few were just beginning their various professions, official or otherwise. The least business was occurring at this time, but guards were on a high alert at sundown. Pickpockets, and other thieves had their best opportunities to strike. A butcher was closing up shop, and a government official was on his way to the castle, up the main street, which followed alongside a long forgotten river, past the market square, and onto the market street, leading up a incline, to the castle, Krak de Nolan. There, a gate stood to the outer court.