The war has caused Semanude to be overflowing with people.
The place is packed with countryside folks who have fled to escape the war, filling the streets and alleys with a stench and their pitiful belongings.
The city dwellers despise these bumpkins, yet they can't question the Duke's order to let them into the city. They can only watch coldly while keeping a close eye on their private property. Those who can afford it even keep some vicious dogs, tied up in the courtyard to guard the house.
It is not just to guard against the so-called "bumpkins," but also the impoverished and not so honest pilgrims.
"These damn bumpkins, these damn Frankish thieves!"
"If this continues, there will be a plague in the city."
"God above, no matter who wins, may the war end soon."
