As May arrives, the weather has warmed up, but the atmosphere in the Imperial City remains as icy cold as in midwinter.
The common people feel it too; prices in the markets have generally gone up, and the governmental officials on the streets are noticeably more diligent than usual—wherever you go, you'll see pairs going about, faces tight, patrolling.
The officials' faces look even worse, as if something's been stolen from their homes; every one of them tightens their expression, looking at everyone else as if they were thieves.
Some with sources already caught wind of something: rumors say that the South is stirring again, the Southern Barbarians are rising, war is coming once more.
War is coming?
