8
AM
Usually the Zards would arise before dawn and be about their business , but because of the great flames of the night before , they had no doubt had trouble sleeping , and therefore slept later than usual when they finally did fall into the lands beyond consciousness . They hustled and bustled about the streets of Nunami , each doing their own business , and there was much business to be done in a city in which all provisions are provided internally , with no trade or commerce outside whatsoever . There were merchants and stores still , yet they were not traders but producers , each making their own wares as they sold ones they had already made . Butchers sat in their shops with their blood-stained aprons already donned , cobblers and tailors were busy with the day 's repairs and new creations , the milkmen paraded the streets slowly and methodically , somehow getting their products to the citizens before 8 AM . The farmers and herdsmen were also at work in the fields that were spread throughout the city , plowing and sowing , and being joined by those who had just finished distributing the milk . All was commonplace and normal , I thought , and I was surprised , for the Zards were not at all martially minded , a great contrast to their Canitaurian brethren . Of course , I had never actually met any of the Canitaurian commoners .