Kazmin walks slowly around the city as he has done often since his arrival, searching for his human friend. Many of the humans and other beings around him seem to be happy. Perhaps they had been drinking too heavily this evening.
Pulling his cloak tightly around him to help keep out the infernal rain, which seem so unlike the pleasant plant soakings of his home forest, he continues his stroll. Suddenly, he stops and stares intently. For a moment, he thought he saw someone trying not to be noticed. It must have been the strange magical light playing tricks upon his eyes for now Kazmin sees nothing except for the other late night walkers.
Spot check on bridge (1d20+3=14)
He shrugs and is about to continue his relentless search when he notices some sort of commotion ahead.
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