Oh great, more trouble. I thought I left these fools behind. Pedron watches as they approach the alley, weapons drawn. What's in there, Trollocs?
The smart thing would be just to continue on his merry way, pretending that he never saw this. His aching head deserves a little sleep. Unfortunately, sleep doesn't go well with the possibility of Trollocs in the city in broad daylight. If that lot can put an end to it here and now, Pedron wants to, if not help, at least watch as it's brought to an end.
Most of these little alleys connect two streets. If he can find the other end, he should have a clear view. Maybe he'll put a dagger in a Trolloc's back for them.
Pedron makes a quick judgement call as to whether the alley of sudden interest to his one-time comrades should connect to a nearby street. (Spot check?) Then he looks around to see if he can find a likely route that will take him to the other end of the alley. If so, he heads there at a run, slowing down as he nears the entrance of the alley. If the alley looks like it dead ends instead, he'll go up and ask the women what's going on.