(Sorry I'm taking so long here, having some manic/depresive cycles.)<br/><br/>The gentle rain came to a slow stop as Six strides down major streets towards the great white washed walls.  He gains admitance with little effort, noting a number of pamphlets stuck to walls both inside and out solemly arguing the wrongness of showing favoritisim to Ahlat and counseling young women against joiing his brides.<br/><br/>He saw a slave train driven past, three dozen Harborheadites with straighter hair than their curly haired captors lead towards the docks.  A straight haired man standing in a door way spat on the street as they passed and they traded glowers but didn't slow.  "Their children will die in the salt mines," he hissed to the last warrior to pass escorting the slaves.  "Is this how you honor the foe who tested you?"<br/><br/>The slave driver spat back, but moved on quickly.<br/><br/>Up ahead, a bell toled, and sudenly the streets were filled with folk of all backgrounds heading for the tall but simple white basalt basilica of the Imaculate Order.