Chapter 4 - Dying Forever
The shanty town surrounding the forest-lined crater is appalling. There are few children and those travel in packs with fearful faces avoiding the adults. The adults are poorly clothed, sometimes barely clothed and propriety doesn't seem to be the primary cause of clothing here. They are all dirty, beyond unkempt, and most look sickly, wounded, or dying.
There doesn't seem to be any real fear of attack here after all. Once people start noticing you, a few brave souls approach asking questions that don't make much sense.
"Where have they taken her?"
"Have you seen the life-stew?"
"When will I get my turn to bathe in the blood of heaven?"
"The guards aren't letting anyone down to the blood pool."
"My daughter is dying, please let her have a bite of your arm."