As Clark and Arthur started walking to the large building they saw a glimmer appear. It had gotten so dark that the lighthouse had started it's nightly job to guide ships and boats to safe havens and prevent any collision. The view was stunning and glorious. The lighthouse beams reached for miles and miles and were so very bright that they could blind anyone looking too long into the direction of the large edifice.
"Have you ever seen such beauty?" Arthur asked Clark, turning his head to the friendly cricket. Clark nodded slowly and seemed to hide something by the way he answered Arthur's eyes. Clark sighed and tried to hide it. Arthur looked at the cricket and wondered what he didn't tell him, but didn't bother to ask him. Yet.

The two men walked through a large street and saw a sign pointing forwards with the letters "PLAZA" on it. Clark and Arthur moved on a sudden curve in the road and when they had walked past it they saw something that Arthur wouldn't have believed if had not seen it with his own eyes. They had reached the a large plaza. The flooring consisted of large stones interspersed with wide fields of grass, and to make Arthur's astonishment even bigger, he became aware of a stream that was large enough to handle a small ship and assist it from one end of the plaza to the other end. There were two drawbridges to let anyone pass the stream, one was for pedestrians and the other seemed to be dedicated to goods. At that second drawbridge was a customs counter and anyone transporting goods was required to cross the stream at that specific drawbridge. Anyone caught smuggling could be thrown into jail without question, or worse, banished for a long while. There was a long line waiting at this drawbridge.


Clark nudged Arthur to look what was on the other side of the drawbridge. Arthur first looked at Clark and saw tears were rolling down his cheeks, then he looked what was at the other side of the stream...