Bustling Oprah herds the party out the door, with a soft chuckle.<br/><br/>"C'mon, have to leave Jeb jr. to his work cleaning the tavern-room, and I promised to shew you down town square. Best do that before the new-years."<br/><br/>She leads you down the street to the east, pointing out the obvious Temple of Glennys, across the street to the East of the Tavern.  It is large and homey, appropriate to the Goddess locally worshipped as patron of hearth and home, and kingdom-wide as Goddess of Wisdom.<br/><br/>Across the street to the North are the grocery, bakery, and an average-looking home for this part of the kingdom.  All are locked tight and dark, as their normal residents are in market square.  She turns right, just before the temple, leading you past several more buildings.<br/><br/>You pass also very near to the other temple, much smaller and off to the South.  The stylized compass design that rises up out of the roof tells the Wise amongst you that it is dedicated to Civitas, God of order, technology, and civilization.  Yet, the path to this temple is overgown with weeds, and it appears to your eyes that it has not been visited in some years.  Oprah leads  you past this odd sight with reserved, even frightened, silence, and will not even answer any questions you may pose to her about it.<br/><br/>Her mood brightens as you approach Market Square.<br/><br/>What you notice is the press of people.  Almost the entire population of the town seems here, buying or selling, or a mixture of both.<br/><br/>Stalls have been set up along the periphery, selling fruits and vegetables, toys, candies of various descriptions, and even, to your surprise, baked goods.  Though these sell quickly, and the clusters of people around the Baker's stall are quickly becoming ugly as they strive to be the one to obtain the last loaf of bread.<br/><br/>Another stall appears even worse, as a merchant cowers behind a small troop of guards, who hold back a small but angry mob.  Behind the merchant, three bags apparently of milled flour.<br/><br/>Araen paces nervously, eyeing the crowd, finally moving off the road a bit and sitting on his haunches under a tree.  He pants, and gives an almost apologetic glance to Leyra.  It is evident he will go no closer to the mass of humanity.<br/>