A plaza filled to the brim with people, far more than what you would usually find there on a busy day.
A street that was a go-to for all adventurers of Westford, a place where they had spent a good amount of their waking hours in.
Usually, you would find street vendors shouting about their products to names of different people around here, familiar names that the vendors had learned after their regular visits.
In the center of the Westford not too far from the dungeon and the association building, in a place connected to a small garden-like open area, a serene highlight of the busy cross section of the streets, around seventy coffins were laid out in a circular pattern.
In the center of this coffin formation, there was a certain light green monument created overnight by the best craftsmen of the city, a monument that had names engraved of each and every individual who now lay in these coffins around it.
