We exercised the usual caution today. At first light Tomas went into the city to scout, while we stayed on the outskirts.
The Captain was focused on the fruit trees that were indeed on the approaches to the city. Very little fruit was left to glean. What there was, was green or in one instance mealy.
Tomas brought an end to our foraging upon his return. With a long explanation he hustled us into the city.
The city was in the throes of preparing to stave off an invasion. He convinced us that we needed to be settled as soon as possible.
Thankfully we found an inn. Though Stan’s image was everywhere no one asked if we bore the mark.