The village is largely empty in the afternoon sun; even the harsh discipline of the Montaigne troops has softened somewhat to take into account the national institution of siesta. As you ride into town through parched and stripped fields, it becomes apparent that the normally fertile land is suffering almost as much as its people.<br/><br/>A few people eye you suspicously as you make your way into town; a kid is busttled inside by a nervous mother. Clearly strangers aren't all that common; much less heavily armed exotic female ones.