[center][h3][u]Berganfont, Main Square[/u]
[sub]4th of Summer - 8:53 AM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	The square was as dull as ever in the morning sun. Most mornings in Berganfont were just the same. The town guard were still lurking about the High Houses, trolling the streets for any [i]unsavory[/i] fellows that might've wandered up from the dank basin of the city. Homeless folk, eager salesmen, and a flurry of curious children liked to cross the [b]Darkened Bridge[/b] and lurk between the alleys of rich-folk. There was money to be earned, or [i]stolen[/i], if you knew where to look. But with so many goons of the church doing their morning runs, it was a risky task to try and screw with the big-wigs. The closer anyone got to the Black Cathedral, the more dangerous it was for them. God forbid they were caught by an actual [i]clergymen, [/i] or one of those wretched bishops. Getting a beating from the armored muscle heads that wandered the streets was nothing compared to whatever the hell happened to anyone that found themselves [i]escorted into the cathedral.[/i]

	It was too early for trouble to brew in the lower districts though.

	Lilith's keg was usually one of the first places to open. Sometimes her kids would set the bar and get the breakfast orders ready, sometimes it would be Lilith herself. That place was a chaotic mess, but that didn't change the fact that the Low Houses appreciated their efforts. It would only be a few more minutes before either Lilith or one of the boys would lower the crude chain that 'prevented' intruders from waltzing inside. Nobody was low enough to rob Lilith, so it didn't really matter, but that didn't stop everyone from worrying.

	The nearby houses had already been lit, marking the early hours of Berganfont's community as it sprung to life. Soon the square would be filling with the usual. Crooks, beggars, civilians of every shape and size, all sharing one thing in common.

	[i]They were broke.[/i]