Dock Street is the last place in town where people seem to be trying

to go about their normal lives, conducting business and gathering to

gossip in the local tavern. Some seem to be pretending that nothing

is amiss, while others gather in corners and whisper fearfully. Like

all strangers, you are eyeballed with suspicion and unease. To the

north is a collapsed building that may once have been a bakery or

restaurant, and to the south is the local fletcher.