You move to the back of the procession heading out of Greyrose. Thankfully it's moving quicker than you expect -- in three or four weeks, at the peak of Harvest season, it's going to be far worse. In a way you admire these farmers and vendors who are content to repeat the same tasks each day, sun up to sun down. That life just isn't for you.
The guard at the Main Gate has your Shortsword ready for you. You inspect it quickly before handing the wood token back to her. "Thanks for visiting our city, traveller. We'll see you again soon."
Nice lady.
"I hope so", you reply.