Lydia walked through the gates and was allowed in without question, even as the first of the major houses was forced out by the magic of the Necromancer as their guards were forced to admit defeat or lay dead in front of the inn. Other lower houses were being forced out as well, and they were being forced to find the proper owners of the houses and they were being hurried into the city to retake their proper homes. Lydia laughed as she asked some of them and got the answers. 'That's so like him.' She thought. What was amazing to her was that she still felt a fondness for the man. It wasn't so much something that was… romantic in nature, but it was just a kinship. After all that had happened in the last few months, it was a friendly face in the midst of the chaos.