They call themselves the Null. Beings of metal and artifice, with a grudge against the race who brought us here.

[She doesn't look well at all to Fingon's eyes- though no one here does at the moment, so she fits right in.

Still, they do need all willing hands. This current mess is going to be difficult to pick themselves up from.]

It is a long story, but if you truly wish to help I can tell you as we walk. Can you heal? Our Clinic is gone, as are the Guard's Headquarters, but there are makeshift healer's halls in the Firehouse and the Hot Springs.