Artimer followed behind her. His mind was working in over drive at the moment. What he was seeing was a little baffling. The streets were bustling with people, magical and human alike. Some humans were walking hand in hand with elves, or hobbits, or dwarves, and so one. They were in the lower market place, some of the wares he recognized as things even today was still being sold. Some things he did not recognize.<br/><br/>Then it was like everything around him was being fast forward, the daily lives of those around him was played out before his eyes. He saw peace, happiness, celebrations, small family feuds and a bar fight or two. But it all seem like normal city life. Then something happened and things changed. Fights between the magical creatures and the humans broke out. The walls of homes and businesses were defaced with racial slurs being the tamest of them all. He saw human Knights chase down and slaughter men, women, children, and the elderly of any magical and half human creatures. He saw those titled as hated, and the enemy fight back and eventually chased from the city. The streets ran with innocent blood.<br/><br/>He watched as this play of events unfolded before his eyes, till suddenly the street were empty and he was looking upon the city as it stood today. He did not know how but he had dropped to his knees, and was shouting for it to stop. Tears were streaming down his face.