The townsgriffons muttered to themselves, huddling around the corner as they watched the tense situation unfold. The human was dead, hushed whispers permeated the street as the news spread from mouth to mouth. So engrossed were they in the drama unfolding that they almost did not notice the tremendously bright light encroach upon them, until they saw their shadows grow increasingly stark. They turned one by one, covering their eyes. Fortunately, a cloud chose to cover the sun at that moment, lessening the blinding effect as the human walked up the street, heading towards the commotion in front of the keep.