"Where can we go, Your Augustness?  We are simply city folk!  This is our home.  If we run, we have nothing left."  One of the men gestures to the wreckage of his neighborhood.  "This, we can at least rebuild."<br/><br/>"We could return and rebuild, too," another says thoughtfully.  "Hard to do that if we're dead."<br/><br/>This touches off another round of discussion among the survivors, but most of them seem to understand Draken's meaning and pull back from the square, heading in the direction of the gates.  One of the last, a member of the City Watch by his tattered uniform, gives the three of you a doleful look.<br/><br/>"I heard a report before the station house was demolished.  They're building something just inside the docks.  Looked like one of those Gate generators you see in the movies."  He manages a salute, much as the movement pains him.  "Do your best."