As Takal returns to the edge of Roddenttown and the former location of the barricade, he notices that the square is strangely empty. Many of the guardsmen have spread out through the district, and the healers have taken the wounded indoors.<br/><br/>The monk continues walking, and then passes by a group of micefolk dragging a predator corpse on a sled from the street to an open-faced building, where other apron-wearing micefolk are stoking an oven. Rodents are omnivorous, and those who reject the Pact also forfeit their rights, making their meat fair game. There are no mousefolk corpses visible--likely all grabbed by the retreating mob.<br/><br/>Ahead, the steaming remains of the barricade are being either repaired or scrapped by latern-carrying mousefolk. The ground around it is a mixture of mud, icy slush, and blood. Weapons lie half sunk in the mud where they were dropped. Past that, Takal hears familiar voices bickering in the darkness.