You arc wandering the Ward of Seales in the evening when a crowd of people begins to form outside one of the shops, growing louder and more dense hv the second. /Is you approach, you see a terrified family of Quatrvls through a familiar angry mob. The father pleads with a group of disheveled men with torches. "C heats! A woman next to you screams, 'Burn the store down!" One of the men — clearly not a guard — backhands the father away from the door and pushes his way inside the shop.