It was another three days before the pair reached Great Forks, and all along the way they passed travelers, boats, and wagons headed to Nexus.  They all seemed to trust in the fame and wealth of that great city to protect them, or the distance from the edge of Creation to delay what they felt was the inevitable invasion of Fair Folk.  Whether the city could handle the influx of refugees....<br/><br/>Great Forks, a city known for its festivals, its merriments, its intoxicants.  There was little of this going on.  Most everyone the Anathema passed were pensive, tense, uncertain.  A few were curled up, clearly drugged out of their minds as an alternative method of escape.  It seemed almost as if the city was holding its breath in fearful anticipation.