Ad aspera

-- Don't do anything foolish.

Leaving the city walls behind and crossing the bridge over the Mortlah, Unus finds himself on the right bank. The suburb on the right bank resembles more of a village: huts are built without any planning, small livestock graze right on the streets, everything is uneven and chaotic, but not too dirty. Most of the men have gone to work, either in the city or in the fields; only the women idly bicker, and the boys run around on errands that only they understand.
The church, the only noteworthy place, stands some distance from the village – either the people avoid it, or the priest himself demanded it. The abode of the All-Mighty looks very unimpressive compared to the Ardor temples, especially against the backdrop of the majestic Tirren – a small stone building from which the plaster has long since crumbled, and the wind blows through the frame of the crooked door. The priest stands outside, gazing thoughtfully at the high walls of Tirren. Seeing Unus, he first smiles reservedly at his fellow believer, but a second later his face takes on a stern and almost distrustful expression.
-- May the All-Mighty bless you. An inspection?