The gates were open, but several guards stood nearby watching everyone who passed through. Their armor looked worn, and their faces showed clear signs of stress.
One guard stepped forward as the group approached.
"State your business," he said.
The oldest answered calmly.
"We are travelers. We came to see the city and understand what is happening."
The guard studied them for a moment.
"You chose a bad time to visit," he said.
"Why?" the youngest asked.
The guard sighed.
"Because everyone inside is angry about something."
Another guard spoke from behind him.
"The farmers say the traders are hoarding food."
"The traders say the farmers are hiding their harvest."
"And the city council can't even agree on how to use what little food is left."
The oldest nodded slowly.
"Thank you for telling us."
The guards stepped aside, allowing them to enter.
Inside the city, the streets were busy but tense.
