Rest and Recovery... and Running

[King Axorn]

"Ugh, this is a cesspit!" Axorn exclaimed as he stepped out of the elevator. "At least we got away from those stormtroopers." Axorn took a deep breath of the putrid, chemical-filled air and paused to process what he was seeing. hundreds of rotted, half-broken, waste-multiplying factories dotted the landscape with the occasional unbalanced, makeshift house squeezed in between. Then he noticed the bodies, oh, the bodies. There were thousands upon thousands of bodies piled all around as far as the eye could see. As Axorn noticed these he suddenly looked crestfallen. I'd rather not stay here for very long... I can't handle all this.... I need to sit down. Not many things ever stirred the draconian's conscience, not like this at least. How could that thriving metropolis above completely neglect it's citizens on the lower levels? Axorn thought, his mind disturbed by the hundreds of thousands of bodies littering the streets. This government is clearly corrupt.... Wait a minute! Axorn perked up as he thought about this and the pieces started to fit. "Guys! This government is clearly corrupt, I mean look at the kind of neglect they give to their people! And even on the top tier, they clearly don't trust anyone with all those cameras and patrols everywhere! Someday, once we grow stronger, we are going to come back here and start a full-scale assault on the base of these ignorant fools and liberate these people. But before any of that, we need to get some rest.... Erik, you have some idea of the map of this place right? Can you lead us?"