Speaking of small-but-determined, Alfredo could again be found at Romeo's side, hauling timber at as even a pace as he can muster. Time's ticking, but that's no excuse to exhaust themselves!

That said, he also can't stop himself from looking around in all directions - it was like when they'd first arrived in the city on their way to the Wildcat Inn; there was so much life here, so many goods for sale or barter. If this was the population when the country was at war, how much more full could it get when the war was over?

"Excuse us, sir," he asks politely, catching someone approaching out of the corner of one eye.

"We'll be just through here..."