<div class="floatright">(http://www.historymj.com/ruins.jpg)</div><br/>Jonna nodded, then turning to the younger guardsman, "I'll be off then.  Take our new charge to my home.  Call someone off the walls if you feel like you can't cover the gate by yourself."  Then turning, Jonna walked off towards the town center then quickly turned down a narrow ally.  The smell of humanity was overwhelming in this place.  Unlike many ghetto's that Wahida may have been familiar with, it wasn't of unwashed masses or sewage.  The lake just outside of the town probably held the reason for it.  However people had a smell, and this town smelt strongly of a lot of people in a very small space.  In addition it smelt of sex.<br/><br/>The air in this world had inflamed Wahida's lusts, and it only made sense that it would affect others the same way.   As the pair traveled down the alley between the brick buildings, they passed several homes.  From a large number of homes the sounds of passion issued forth.  The alley widened up a few feet and  Jonna pushed aside a beaded curtain and stepped through an archway.  He held the curtain aside and bid you enter, "This is my home," he said.<br/><br/>The interior was sparse but clean.  The floor was a laid brick, but covered with old furs.  There was a small hearth, dark at the moment and an area obviously for preparing food, complete with small hand pump and wash basin.  Several rough looking cushions sat before the dark hearth and a single archway with beaded curtain led to another room, possibly a bedroom.<br/><br/>"Welcome to my home stranger,"  Jonna said, "Why don't you tell me your tale and ask me the questions you must have about this place while I prepare a meal?"