As you descend the stairs the common room is nearly full, even at this hour, yet there is a suppressed air to the place. The news of the Mendicants is the talk of the city. "Good morning," Greycane calls, the only smiling face you see in the room. "Bram's been working on a new recipe for wall plaster."

"It's not plaster, it's porridge, and it didn't stop you eating two bowls!" Bram retorts, turning his nose up to Greycane.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who rebuffs your cooking old boy," Greycane says nodding to Finnian. The young Mendicant sits in the corner bent over his untouched bowl, with his head in his hands.

You know what is wrong and go to join him. "Why? What have we done to deserve this? They have all died." He is distressed about the death of the Mendicants. He knew all of them personally. "They only wanted to help and be free from oppression and they just died. What is the point? What is the purpose in that?" he asks you looking up at you with tears in his eyes.