"Nothing right now; Maura and I were around the city, earlier. It really is a strikingly beautiful place, for a city." As they make their way back towards the town hall, they pass a small temple, where a bustle of activity is occurring, around a wagon pulled up, near the temple. A harried-looking woman, about fifty, looks up a they pass by. "Can you spare ten minutes, friends? We have some wounded here, who need unloading, so we can take care of them."