The view from the top of the city is no less confusing. Inric makes his way along the walkways, staring from side to side at the old, crumbling walls. There's no sign of fighting or any sudden disaster. "Where is everyone?" Copper doesn't answer. Inric kneels awkwardly and examines one of the roof doors. It's been sealed with a kind of mud cement. All the doors are like that. He gets to his feet again and stares around, perplexed. "I don't understand."