"Very well then. Further on it shall go." the knight nodded, before going forth.<br/><br/>The group arrived at the gates, though they were obviousely recognizable as Hellguards, the gate-wardens still eyed them with a measure of suspicion. How far had things gone here for such soldiers to regard servants of Buzziah with paranoia?<br/><br/>At Morr's behest, the group stopped, in front of the gate. For a moment, it appeared as though the guards would demand for at least the case that Morr was carrying to be opened and inspected, however still the status of the Hellguard and especially that of the monks of Buzziah seemed to count for something.<br/><br/>While they were waved through, one of the guards told them that the mayor would certainly like an audience with them.<br/><br/>As the group entered, the inner city was shown to consist of most of the outter buildings were made of wood and other simple materials, merely for commercial or recreational purposes, though the street remained of solid stone, the amount of people visible appeared to be negligible, as if most preferred to barricade themselves in their houses, though the taverns appeared to be quite lively, strange considering the not-so-late time of the day.<br/><br/>As the expedition passed the gate, they had to stop once again, planning their further movement.<br/><br/>The original plan of the mission had been to travel to Pikewall, resupplying the outposts on the way, buy themselves as many ships as needed, take down the threat with all available resources. Simple, in a way, without details, that was.<br/><br/>Adressing the whole group, Morr, still carrying brother Valetni's trunk, said "There are several tasks that are in need of fulfillment, though right now, exhausted as we are, I suggest we limit ourselves to three for today; The audience with the mayor, the securing of lodgings for the night and the gathering of information. As I told you, in my conversation with commander Kurze the day before yesterday, he theorized that something of a cult is terrorizing this town. I, as commander, will have to adress the first task for the moment."<br/><br/>Letting his gaze wander over the assembled, he continued "The second one can be taken care of by weibel Belatia. The third..."<br/><br/>The knight looked to the sides. Some of the streetwalkers, peasants, civilians in simple clothings of cheap materials in different states of what would be called 'hygiene', stared at the group with different shades of suspicion, hope and fear. At the entrance to an alley, an old man muttering to himself, eyes glazed other, caught in a thousand-yard stare, all about him speaking of neglect, could be seen.<br/><br/>Yet, the next tavern, a wooden building whose best days appeared to have not been so long ago, seemed comparatively lively, the faint sounds of music reaching even the ears beneath Morr's helmet.<br/><br/>"The third may require some subtlety, something that I, personally, do not have much experience with. Choose to accompany or fulfill any task you wish, but I can only suggest: Never walk in groups of less than four. If you have any further ideas, I am willing to listen and take into account what you have to say." The knight offered.