Orim sees nothing (even using his passive perception, lol), just common folk, going and coming, just a few concerned in the blood spilling that have just take place on the street. There is one thing out of place that he notices: A tall elf, surrounded in some sort of mysticism, that watch the scene from a safe distance.
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After leaving the peoples you found with your brother, the two of you walked outside the city. Twiixt and you had always had those differences in opinion you just couldn't understand! The young shifter was eager to go back to the forest, but also eager for you to stay and retrieve the piece of strange plant. You were wiling to return home as well, and wanted nothing more to do with this foul city, full of corruption and defilers.
Grunting you walked into the city again, you knew what was your duty with your people and the forest, and if that ment go inside that nest of rats, you were up to it.
You followed your former group, which proved difficult in the alleys and streets of Alkathla, but finally, you found them. They were in company of others you knew nothing about, and standing in front of the corpses of to roguish like humans. As you step out of the alley, you felt the darting glance of the Deva, who watches intently in your direction.
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