The child still remains in the alley, and as you step from the busy concourse of The Hundred Yards into it - you realize why. Nearly quaking in fear, the brown-trussed youth of no more than eight stands with his back to a dirty, stone wall. It soars into the air, matching height with the buildings on either side of the alley.
It is quite obvious that this child knows - he is trapped.
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As Kail stands near Dembrilion's previously occupied spot near the slave market, the same haggard solider takes a creaking step forward, his odor nearly so foul as to repel you. "Whu' about yo-," he wheezes, but is cut short as Kail approached the alley, as well, cold-shouldering the Imperial officer. Perhaps too drunk to care, the solider steps back near the slave market.
Reaching the alleyway, Kail sees what Dembrilion shares in his vision, in the shadows cast by the buildings, a child - he is trapped.