The streets of Lanka are packed full of people. Any home or anything that could be turned into a home has already been filled. Refuse litters the streets and signs of wear show on every street from the constant bustle of more people than the city was meant to handle. Anyone walking the streets will see families of desperate people, some of whom wear what used to be fine clothing, sitting on street corners, huddled up together. Fear pervades these streets. The people know what is coming for them, and they know there is no escape.
What stores are left are almost bare of goods, most items of material value have either already been sold or stolen. The police force does what they can to keep crime low and fires contained, but with so many people the task is impossible and there is always the fear that one spark will lead to a mass riot that will tear this city apart before the armies can even get to it.
With so many people crammed into the streets it can be difficult for anyone, let alone a samurai who is used to having people step out of the way for them, to pass through during the noon hours.