Lionel gently trotted his horse into the city, watching the streets and trying to get an impression of just what kind of city he had entered.   Many cities were desolate and without hope in the age of chaos.  Some became dens of vice and filthy depravity; a few even became militant and self righteous.  The knight trotted up to the church of Iomedae and looked for someone to introduce himself to, so that he could ask for night lodgings and stabling as a fellow ronin of the church.  If they didn't offer such services freely, he would be forced to pawn some of his relics to keep his horse from starving.