The Open Hand Temple has decided to help the refugees, handing out soup to the needy even now that the lines for food were longer than they ever had been.

Donnick was working overtime tonight, exhausted, he sat behind the Temple, praying a silent prayer as he had a single bowl of food by himself. After their Head Priest was murdered, the Temple has been in uproar.

He looked up from his bowl as a new face arrived. “Hey. The soup kitchen is inside, but you must stand in line.”