There is a moderate stream of people moving out of town - not a flood or anything like it, but you can see a thin line of carts, wagons, donkeys and porters moving away from you along the road north to Ingolstadt. Here and there outside the gates are groups who have gathered, their belongings stacked and waiting to be moved, some of them eating, some merely waiting.
Stragglers are entering the city also, with less goods in their possession, many of them so poor they have no shoes, nor proper breeches. Most are surprisingly clean, however, and one would suspect they had bathed in the river that morning.
When you arrive at the cotter's hamlet, you'll find it deserted. Doors open, what possessions there might have been gathered up and taken away.