Through Freeside alone.

Madeline headed off, passing an old looking compound with an ancient looking sign indicating its roots as a Mormon location. Next she passed a series of decrepit buildings, figures stood in the ruined windows and doorways staring. She saw small children chasing an oversized rat, first she suspected it was a game or they intended to be cruel. But she saw their terrible squalor and shudder in her head with a sense of pity as she noted they were hunting the rodent for food.

Madeline passed rubble pile after rubble pile that was supposed to compose the makeshift houses for the residents of Freeside. She was accosted by a number of beggars, and it took everything within her to ignore them. She was on edge. If this place was dangerous enough to require visitors to have mercenaries protect them she needed to stay frosty.

After about 10 minutes of wandering around she got turned around and had to double back. Madeline began noting the buildings and tried to find avenues that didn't have many people around. People tended to stare or sometime jeer or beg. She wanted to avoid that.

As Madeline began to walk through a street, lined with refuse and debris, she noticed a figure out of the corner of her eyes coming from her right--a weapon in his hand.