[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/D9OBI9j.png[/img][/center]

There was barely a space unoccupied on the floor of the massive hall.  Long columns of tightly arranged mattresses, with citizens in a slightly less organised fashion, gathered in groups according to familial ties and, loosely, house address.  It was like a refugee camp.  This was just one of many buildings atop Citadel Hill that had been co-opted for the relocation of the displaced citizenry.  MacKensie walked among them, feeling a little out of her element but looking for a way to help.

"Adventurer?" came a voice, slicing through the hum of chatter.  MacKensie looked to see a woman, smiled and squeezed through the columns to get over to her.

[Colour=Pink]"Yes?  How can I help you?"[/colour]

"I was given one dinner too few for my children," the woman told her, presenting the empty bowls as proof.

MacKensie did not bother to count them, she simply nodded and said, [Colour=Pink]"I'll see about getting you another."[/colour]

She didn't get more than a few steps before other people had noticed that she was taking requests.

"Excuse me?"

"Adventurer?"

MacKensie's work for the evening had just begun.