Lionel didn't have to go far. The church of Iomedae could clearly be seen, a lamp post illuminating their holy symbol. Inside the walls was a much better view than the corpse of a city on the outside. People mostly dressed in tattered clothing had wandered the streets, some going to work, others returning. A throng of people lined up at the front of the church, all thin and pale. The queue was for dinner, two large pots filled with thin gruel. A young woman in polished breastplate serves the meager meals with the aid of several soldiers. She has surprisingly tanned skin and golden brown hair down to her shoulders.<br/>