Updated panorama of the map ‘Old Town’
Once the square in front of the ruined Temple in Old Town center was the place of gathering survivors. In the first years after the catastrophe, they came here alone and with families. And sometimes as whole gangs. And no one touched each other, because right here, under the walls of the destroyed Temple, lived the Preacher in those years.
He did not make loud speeches from the pulpit, but moved gently from one campfire to another, and for every traveler he had a kind word. And ashes became embers again, and life lit up again in the eyes of the people who heard him.
Nobody knows what became of the Preacher, but for several years now the Old Town square has been empty. The ruins of the Temple were covered with weeds, and the narrow streets of the town became the site of incessant battles of bandit clans and wasteland raiders.