As Vangelos continued on his journey through the city, having nothing but the footsteps as his only guide, he couldn't help but look on in bewilderment at the decaying buildings and desolate streets. A great commotion could be heard to the left of him as busying crowds tried desperately to escape out of the city through a relatively narrow passageway.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What are they afraid of?</span>Vangelos wondered as he scanned the devastation before him. He had an uneasy feeling that a great evil lurked in the dark reassesses of this city. However, others did not share his fear. Periodically Vangelos would see petty thieves making off with things that weren't there. He looked at them with disgust and contempt, but also with pity. He could only imagine what lives they must have lived to drive them to such desperate lengths.<span style="font-style: italic">Truly sad.</span><br/><br/>To Vangelos's right he noticed the trail turn down a narrow road, much too narrow for cars to ride through. It was tight and not as open, a perfect place for an ambush or...something worse. But whoever these footprints belonged to, they had some connection to Adriel. Whether the person was a murderer or a witness, he couldn't say for sure, but he held all the answers. Taking in a deep breath Vangelos ventured further into the city and followed the trail through the narrow pass. His cloak billowed in the wind and tugged against his throat as if trying to warn him to stay away and turn back. Vangelos dismissed the thought.