As Grondar steps out of the inn he sees what appears to be a large contingent of town guardsmen coming down the street from the opposite direction of the docks. They're carrying halberds and torches, and they are all armored. They're still a fair ways up the street, so the party may hurry down the street towards the docks without being noticed.
The party heads down toward the docks. The streets are mostly abandoned at this time of night. Somewhere, a dog barks, and a nightbird calls.
Meanwhile...
Troth and Denther hurry up the street, following the group of darkly clad figures at a discreet distance. A heavy evening mist has risen from the harbor, blanketing the street, and clouds cover the moon casting the city into deep darkness. Between one blink and the next, Denther loses track of the figures ahead. It's as if they've disappeared. Troth's half-elven eyes spot them fading into shadows and doorways and ducking back into alleys. The group appears to have stopped. They're watching the street, waiting for something...Troth and Denther hug the shadows as one of the figures glances casually back down the street.
