Those people remained silent. Only the figure pulling the cart inadvertently stopped and directed a hoarse voice at the overseer.
"We're just passing through and won't stay long," the masked man said, producing a bag and spilling out a few copper coins. "We hope to rest briefly and trade for some salt and food."
If they encountered corpses along their journey, they would do their best to give them a simple burial. Most bodies had already been looted, but those who had died suddenly from disease were left untouched. From these, they sometimes managed to gather a few odds and ends.
In truth, they always maintained a distance from ordinary people without needing to be driven away. Yet, to survive, they required food and water and needed to trade for essential supplies.
"No, no! Leave at once."
The overseer gestured dismissively. While the copper coins might be worth the risk to others, they meant little to the people of Hamlet. No one wanted to trade with them.
"Begone, Demon!"
