บท 147: Scales of Change

A merchant carriage was making its way through the green forest; a fresh breeze rustled the lush leaves. In the distance was a small town called Krishnagiri. It was a rather calm town with smithing workshops. 

Merchants often traveled to Krishnagiri to buy goods and wares for selling in the ports and other cities. There were many smithing workshops in the town. 

The merchant carriage entered the town, and in the middle of the town was a huge banyan tree where the elderly of the town came to sit and chat for the whole day while kids played around it. 

The merchants carriage belongs to a couple of small merchants from the nearby city of Vellore. They had travelled to the Krishnagiri to buy the wares as usual. 

"Are we sure. We should ask them to shift to this quickly? We don't know if they would become popular." A merchant asked his colleagues.