Everything was nice. From the lights to the scent in the air, the color of the walls, and the different styles that everyone wore as they walked along doing their shopping. The only thing that they all had in common there was the bags they carried. They all, for some reason, were brown. Made of heavy cloth, like canvas, and have handles on the top that looked like they were ready to support the weight of a man or woman in a pinch. Even the kids that dashed along had them, though he realized after a moment that they were all dressed the same too. All in brown, matching the filled bags they carried. Coming out of a single door down the hall. They rushed out, and even if it was later in the day than he'd thought people would be doing such things, Gerent had to figure that they were getting out of classes for the day. Part of that idea came down to the fact that the Baker kids, all of them that had been at the meeting, went back to that door, carrying similar things themselves. He didn't check on them, since it was clearly something expected.
