Lionel went to the stable and tied off his horse in a spare stall, hoping to deal with the issue of paying for the space after he'd done good deeds for the city.  A healthy horse was a rare commodity in this day and age, and he could certainly afford to donate his horse to the community, but Surefoot had been his companion for many years, and as old and wiry as the old nag was, he worried that she'd simply be slaughtered for meat rather than used for the brilliant service she was capable of.<br/><br/>Lionel carefully approached the soldiers and gently displayed his holy symbol.  "I am a humble traveler, hoping I can render some assistance.  I ask nothing, merely that I be given an opportunity to help feed the people of this town.  Can you use me?"  The paladin asked, hoping not to look like a prideful beggar trying to cut in line by getting behind the meal counter.  Lionel always cherished the opportunity to throw down his weapons and take up the apron and broom of a simple laborer.  It helped him keep sane in the rough times that accosted the world.