You break your fast, pondering over the changing capitol. Whole new sections of the city have fallen to the plague, with guards standing in line, hindering people from leaving or entering. You have seen four adults get into a fight over an apple, one gutting another with a knife. And then, worst of all, hearing the news about the Mendicants. Looking around the room you recognize the insidious danger of hopelessness on the faces you find there. Perhaps something to pick up the spirits?