>>5672208>>5672812>>5672816Taking the cautious approach, you keep your head down and ears open. As you walk between the groups of customers you filter out the mundane gossip and chit chat until your ears seize upon a conversation between to middle aged men with bundles of goods under their arms.
“I was there, I should know. It happened outside my house those poor men fought to the last trying to reopen the gates and the damn Gerudo cut them all down.”
“No that can't be. You said they were all dead before the sun went down but I know I saw groups of them still running around the city after dark.”
“You saw the cowards running away to save their own skin, but all the real soldiers died at the gates.
“Hmph, maybe. Then who were those men who attacked the Gerudo at the well three days ago?”
The two men lower their voices and you have to inch closer and strain your ears to hear the next bit “They were criminals and thieves, I heard they call themselves Rham’s Spirit or something.”
“Really? My friend was there that day and he said, some of the men were dressed in like city guards.”
“So? The thieves probably looted the stuff off a corpse or stole it from the garrison armory in the chaos of the attack.”
“I don’t know my friend said they fought like soldiers <span class="mu-r">Encircling</span> the invaders and cutting them down, like the swine they are.
The other man hurriedly shushes his companion and shoots a glance toward Gerudo watching the square. “Keep your voice down, if the invaders heard you say that, you’d be done for.” The two men begin to scrutinize their surroundings and you, feeling that you’ve gained as much as you’ll get, slip away into the crowd.
It would seem that most of the city garrison died in some attempt to reopen the gates. There were a few survivors who might be hiding somewhere and it sounds like some of them joined a group called Rham's Spirit. The day isn’t over yet you could investigate elsewhere before night falls and the curfew goes into effect.
