Amidst the clamor of the marketplace, a town crier's voice rises above the din

Amidst the clamor of the marketplace, a town crier's voice rises above the din. Clad in weathered leather and a worn cloak, he stands on a wooden crate, clearing his throat for attention. With a flourish, he unfurls a parchment and begins to read aloud, his words echoing off the ancient stone buildings. The crowd gathers, curiosity piqued, as he announces news of impending taxes, a royal decree, or perhaps a proclamation of war. The atmosphere crackles with anticipation and apprehension, every ear straining to catch every word as the fate of the city hangs in the balance.

(worst quality, low quality:1.4), bad hands, bad fingers, deformed hands, deformed fingers, fewer digits