You walk through the Citadel, making your way past the armies of warboys, rows of pale men and slaves working with machinery and training. They eye with blends of curiosity wariness and hungriness. You can see the sea of people in the pit of the ravine, starving and desparate, and you on the ledge of abundance. The life in the waste land is harsh but at least you chose the Immortan's side in time.