"That was five years ago. We were just<em>kids,</em>then," she says, harshly. The wounded man coughs, a couple of times, as Nameless heals him, then his breathing seems to ease. He likely won't be in fighting condition, any time soon, though, after a wound like that.<br/><br/>He eventually arrives back at the city, near midday. There's a fairly long line to get in the gates, with the guards laboriously searching all of the travelers and wagons coming in, though it seems to move in flurries of activity, that stop suddenly. Of course, for a native like Nameless, he'll know that's because only those who don't pay the appropriate bribes are searched, often losing more income to 'evidence seizures' than they would to the bribe in the first place. Thankfully, there's a separate lane for travelers, allowing him to pass through without needing to wait in the wagon line.<br/><br/>The city itself is orderly, but the sort of repressed orderly that comes with an aggressive, corrupt police force and organized crime, not the orderly of a peaceful society. There's a faint scent of fear in the air, and everyone looks just slightly nervous, but most people live well enough inside the city walls to justify the extra troubles.