small distance behind you there is an old woman who is having a conversation with a couple of soldiers in the streets: "Now look here, another one of these noble leeches seeking to drain our wealth!", she says without lowering her voice in any way. "Since our beloved King Menedrask has left us they stream to Goblin's Pike all the more! Well well, soon for every free farmer who runs from Lord Alexedrik's taxes there will be five of those noblemen standing in line to polish his lordship's boots!"