Blai was not expecting Axis to smell bad, but it can't be Hell, since he's not on fire, and Heaven also wouldn't smell bad, and while he is now having intrusive thoughts about having been judged Chaotic somefuckinghow the Maelstrom doesn't have cities. - maybe they have this city. Which smells bad. Actually maybe parts of Axis smell nice-to-other-creatures, like whatever those are, and incidentally bad to humans? He isn't sure how the localization of a recently deceased individual works. Maybe he just needs to find the humans zone.

He walks out of the alley, holstering his mace. - why does he still have his mace?

The people on the street give him a wide berth. They mostly aren't happy to see him. None of them greet him.

It's also possible that this isn't any afterlife at all and he's in a random town in Casmaron that has a lot of whatever-those-guys-are.

He walks for a bit, checking for clues.

Flying vehicles. Signs in the same unfamiliar script that looks like it was stamped rather than written; it doesn't seem designed for pens at all. Grim people. Pavement in extreme disrepair. A tall tower in the distance. A tiny open-air fruit market. A trio in red armor whom everyone else is wary of. A metal device coming out of the road, with a translucent illusion hovering in the air above it and an illusory male voice coming out of it.

The majority of people are not so hungry as to look visibly starving. Some are even fat. But some people are visibly starving, and even the fat ones mostly don't seem healthy.

...he could try the tower, but he's not sure a wizard who lives here is necessarily a friend to Iomedans.

Is there anything like... a table, where he could dump a Create Food and Water? A reasonably clean table with room for a lot of bread bowls.

There are some areas of the streets that are broad and empty. There are some huge ditches with halfassed bridges over them. Or he could look for a business that has some reason to have tables in it, or somehow buy all of the fruit from one of the fruit stands and use that?

Hmmm he is going to find a broad empty part of the street, sit on it, spread out his coat that he can dig out from his bag, and then start chanting.

People look at him like he is very weird, but this amounts to a slightly less wary attitude on average. The people in red armor pay him more attention, but don't interfere.

And after ten minutes, there is a feast. He had to sculpt the bread bowls weirdly tall to have them all fit on the coat, and reaches out a hand to stop a wheel of cheese that exists now from rolling away, but it's enough food to keep fifteen people full all day.

Several people stop to stare in shock or hunger. They're not assuming they're allowed to take anything. (That may not stop them all.) Someone murmurs a prayer.

He hefts one of the giant breadbowls and offers it to a hungry starer.

On the one hand: probably a trick. On the other hand: may as well die with a full stomach. The person takes the giant bread bowl and starts trying to eat the soup out of it with no utensils right there.

The people in red armor are very insistent that the rest of the crowd needs to line up and take food politely one at a time and not murder each other over it until they're out of sight.

Thank you, people in red armor! Blai hands out food till it's gone. Pulls his table knife to cut up the cheese.

No one objects to this, exactly, though one of the people in red responds to him drawing a knife with a question.

"I'm sorry, I only speak Chelish, Common Taldane, and Infernal." Knife goes on the cheese and nowhere else.

They'll let him finish giving away food before inviting him to come with them.

The helpful scary red-armored people? Sure. He picks up his coat, brushes it off and bags it, and follows.

They would like him to come with them down several streets and into a huge metal building and past some corridors blocked off by blue lightning and some glowing screens and collections of buttons and piles of metal crates and into their barracks, which has, among other things, a table.

Wow some of those things are very distracting - okay, barracks, table.

One of the red-armored people who brought him here is going to talk to some of the several red-armored people who did not bring him here. There are also yellow-armored people, one of whom has some questions that are presumably about Blai.

Someone produces a thing with buttons and a screen and induces it to display a map and shows the map to Blai.

Huh, none of that looks familiar. He stares at it for a bit and then shakes his head.

The armored person points to a coastal city, then picks out another picture. It’s a drawing of a creature with four yellow eyes, metal armor and something yellow and round in its forehead.

Also mysterious and unfamiliar! Headshake.