The streets alive with a festival. Dancers displaying their grace and athleticism, musicians playing tunes both familiar and not so. There were also many minor games such as archery and wresting being held. The atmosphere of the festival is that of merry making. The streets filled with many stalls selling many trinkets and rarely found items. There was also a pub area close to the center of the street where people would gather together to drink and be merry. The pub area also had a very thick air of smoke about from all sorts of thinks people smoke from pipes to drugs.
In the back alleys of the streets, muscled men rush around carrying all sorts of barrels from those with food to the prizes for the games. They hurriedly but carefully open the storage boxes from which they then distribute the goods among the merchants. They are the ones who dispose of the trash the merrymakers leave and they are also the one stealthily keeping the peace. After the initial buzz these men slowly ease up and relax
The day slowly turns to night and the merry making begins to slow down. The back alley army awakens and starts clearing the mess that was left behind. With speed and unparalleled precision they cleared up the mess. The morning the day after the carnival, the carnival area was empty, no trash, no beer, no nothing that could indicate yesterday's festivities could be found. Most people who pass by wonder what happen to the mess but only the few who worked closely with the festival official knew who were the ones so capable of doing suck a feat overnight.
Without recognition or fame, just their monthly pay. The men gather their things and head for their next job.
Short for July. Not very good
