[continued from The Proceedings of the Lodging House on 24th Korrado Street]

Enric and his roommates have joined a larger crowd at a small, church newly rededicated to Erastil. Not the main one in the city center, that's too far. The man Enric wounded is back on his feet and refusing to talk to anyone. The crowd, discusses and murmurs, until the cleric living in the church comes to a decision: Cities are pits of horror and evil, coming here was a mistake, time to get out.

So, a couple dozen men and women are heading for the city gates, safety in numbers. They are mostly farmers here in the city for errands, some temporary laborers, and some burghers who didn't get home before the violence started and so took shelter in the nearest good church. There's a few in the crowd holding daggers or axes; they're not here to hunt diabolists but they're getting out of this city alive, whatever that takes. 

They rush through the streets for the closest gate, looking indistinguishable from any other street mob.

[continued from The Proceedings of the Lodging House on 24th Korrado Street]

Enric and his roommates have joined a larger crowd at a small, church newly rededicated to Erastil. Not the main one in the city center, that's too far. The man Enric wounded is back on his feet and refusing to talk to anyone. The crowd discusses and murmurs until the cleric living in the church comes to a decision: Cities are pits of horror and evil, coming here was a mistake, time to get out.

So, a couple dozen men and women are heading for the city gates, safety in numbers. They are mostly farmers here in the city for errands, some temporary laborers, and some burghers who didn't get home before the violence started and so took shelter in the nearest good church. There's a few in the crowd holding daggers or axes; they're not here to hunt diabolists but they're getting out of this city alive, whatever that takes. 

They rush through the streets for the closest gate, looking indistinguishable from any other street mob.

[continued from The Proceedings of the Lodging House on 24th Korrado Street]

Enric and his roommates have joined a larger crowd at a small, church newly rededicated to Erastil. Not the main one in the city center, that's too far. The man Enric wounded is back on his feet and refusing to talk to anyone. The crowd discusses and murmurs until the cleric living in the church comes to a decision: Cities are pits of horror and evil, coming here was a mistake, time to get out.

So, a couple dozen men and women are heading for a bridge, safety in numbers. They are mostly farmers here in the city for errands, some temporary laborers, and some burghers who didn't get home before the violence started and so took shelter in the nearest good church. There's a few in the crowd holding daggers or axes; they're not here to hunt diabolists but they're getting out of this city alive, whatever that takes. 

They rush towards the closest bridge off of this city, looking indistinguishable from any other street mob.