A few wagons of food, medicine, and general supplies make their way through the slums, delivered to the hospices there. The majority of the crates bear stamps and receipts from the length of the Core, containing seasonable foods that bring a little minor exotica and spice to the impoverished people that must normally "make do" with the minimum. Some benevolent group, it seems, has not forgotten the long-standing plight of the poor, despite the recent levy of the nobility.