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+Kral hadn't spent a lot of time by the South Shore, and he didn't enjoy it.
+The houses towered over him in a way the dense housing in the Barns didn't, wide and ornate as if to deliberately waste space.
+_Notice the smell_, he heard the Meadowlark say.
+Kral took a deep breath in.
+There was a sweet, green smell, delicious but very faint.
+Walled off.
+They would have small greens inside, but the footprints of the large buildings cut off how much land they could actually use for cultivation.
+
+Kral heard Sepp before he saw him down the street, stone hooves tapping against the hardened earth under the tramway.
+
+—Ho, Kral! Sepp called. I see you got my message!
+
+—I did indeed. All well? How'd you get the Garrison to release you?
+
+—We were on the right side, Kral.
+	They saw that soon enough.
+	But don't worry about it, the Garrison's not important.
+	I'm glad you're here.
+
+—Just here to give thanks for the help, I still believe in the Guard.
+
+—Of course, of course.
+	But that shouldn't stop you from following your beliefs outside that.
+	You're allowed to join a Flock, right?
+	Anyway, just meet them, let them give you the pitch.
+
+Sepp led him into a tall house, where an older yak welcomed the pair in.
+He seemed very well groomed, wearing a long, elegant dressing gown, smoking from a pipe.
+Once the welcomes gave way to a conversation between Sepp and their host, who introduced himself as Bromley, Kral took in the house around him.
+The entrance was brightly lit, an electric chandelier overhead.
+Electric lights were still rare in the Barns, and Kral felt his stomach sinking.
+
+—Come now, both of you.
+	Kral, I've heard quite a bit about you.
+	I saw you yesterday with the Guard.
+	Such a shame to see what the President was doing, condoning the Old Meadowlark like that.
+	He ordered you to stay out of uniform, right?
+
+Kral felt warm with Bromley's expectation for an answer.
+
+—Well, that is, I can't really say—
+
+—Ah yes, yes, you are loyal to the Guard.
+	I won't tell, I won't tell.
+	But confirmation then that Calvin is scared to oppose the Hierarch, no matter how much he preaches about the poor refugees in the Barns.
+
+He turned away and continued further into the house as though he had no further interest in talking to