On the street corner, outside a two-story general store, a young man leaning on his broom hums a tune nobody seems to understand. He lazily watches the people flowing back and forth on the street.,"Haze! Don't slack off at the door, come here and help move!",Izenna turned her head and saw a young man with an obscured face, carrying five boxes of sparkling water in each hand, walking steadily towards them.。