By ten o'clock in the morning, Port Doldot had been scrubbed clean.
Not only was rubbish swept away, but the entire port was thoroughly washed down.
Even the most remote corners were inspected one by one by the port's city defense forces.
Of course, this inspection was more of a warning.
It warned those who eked out a living in the gray and black areas not to be blind to their surroundings.
And, of course, this welcomed the curiosity of the port's people.
Many speculated that such an honor was due to the arrival of some important personage.
Some even said that the Marquess of Seberlin would personally receive this dignitary.
The speculation was endless, but the crowd was dispersed.
To ensure safety and cleanliness, Port Doldot went into martial law by noon.
Time ticked by, second by second.
Just past five in the afternoon, the clop-clop of hooves attracted the attention of the residents inside Port Doldot.
