Thick sullen tendrils of fog slowly receded before the first beams of orange sun. The fort was gilded with a ring of orange, and look beautiful, and calming. The complete opposite of the insides of the fort. Crampt burrows, with a constant stale reak. Narrow dark alleys, lined with the sad faces of the indentured. If you wanted the share the military's santuary, you had to pay for it. And if you thought you had nothing to pay with, they would find something.