To the south-west you see the flicker of torch light, it's still quite a ways off but there's no mistaking it for anything other then several torches all of them heading towards the Inn.
It seems one group is heading north, and the other more north-east.
Vithralas remains in shadow, drawing an arrow fletched with dark feathers from the quiver on his back. He nocks arrow to bow, ready to draw and fire at a moment's notice.