children

         Another foreword, but this time regarding the whole skit - one must not do this regularly for countless reasons, important of which is hiding your tracks and not risking to start from ground up. If one consistently does shady stuff left and right no matter how unpredictable they are - trouble will always follow. Authorities like to think everything is unconnected and its own separate instances of civil unrest, and it should remain that way.

Gorlen slowed down as they reached the gates. Some children played in the dirty streets, filled with soot and grime. Women and men walked about, sat around fires and boiling pots. Most of them disgraced and discarded, faces sour and wrinkled from hardship and life on the streets, hunger-starved and sad in their destitution. 

A week has passed. I see no signs of sickness upon me. I spoke with the Bard-Smith, Daerren, and he agreed to accompany me to my house, which I had not approached in quite a while. I knew trouble would find me thither, since my enemies likely know my residence. Yet what we came upon were an agape door. And within, a dusty place with a familiar basket upon a table. The crying of infants  rang our ears.

Bloody,bloody Children!