The rain was heavy, everyone who has lived more than a year in the Withered would know what this means, a merciless hail is going to fall on the district, destroying must that comes in its path. That was why the Marketplace was in a chaos much greater than he could have ever put it in with just memories.
Everyone was rushing to pack their stuff so the heavy hail wouldn't destroy anything and all their sales with it. The entrance was blocked, with everyone trying to get out. But the Marketplace wasn't the only place where people were causing chaos; no, the whole district was trying its best to find a safe place.
Hail wasn't uncommon, but each year close to winter, there was one much stronger than the others combined, and that time was just around the corner.
The Princess had gotten quite lucky to find him, since if he hadn't guided her, she would have probably been caught up in this mess. And with how fragile she looked, she wouldn't have lasted.
