The bar was sparse today. On a normal day, it would be bustling with life, filled every inch by the poor of all sizes looking for either escape or socialization. However, when there's rioting in the streets and an active underground war, most would prefer stay home with the door bolted and windows closed. 

Leslie took another sip of the cheap swill in front of her. It wasn't too bad. The paper should be coming in soon. And it did, in the form of a little boy about her nephew's age. "Papers! Papers here!" he shouted, holding up one for all to see. Leslie did a mental review of her savings. Eh, she could afford one today.

The paper said the usual things it would say. Valiant Parliament trying to fight off the evil Rebellion and all that. Leslie frowned, grumbled a curse, and put the newspaper down. She wasn't going to find peace here.