Sludge splatters every wall of the grim buildings in this town, splashed up by the pelting of heavy rain which plays on tinned roofs like a warped xylophone. You watch gray-garbed and -faced people shuffle their way through the mud-caked streets, their movements drawing your attention to the singly immobile figure. A lonely halfling woman rocks back and forth on the ground, her weeping so loud it reaches your ears above the sound of the deluge.
