The transient looks up at you. He is a shifter as well, long in tooth and grey in whiskers. You can make out that his clothes were once the garments of Cyrian officer, but they have become tattered beyond repair.<br/><br/>“You mean the commotion two nights ago, don't you? Yeah, I remember. Five of them came out, a couple of them wearing those fancy theatre masks with red markings on them like dragonmarks. One of them was hurt pretty bad, bleeding over there, another was out cold, being carried by two others."<br/><br/>He pauses as to cough, hacking up some phlegm and spitting it onto the cobblestones.<br/><br/>“I followed them a bit, none the wiser, as they went straight for the lifts. Maybe have a chance to pocket something of value as they hurried along. The bleeding one wanted to go straight up to Clifftop to find a healer, so they split up. Nowhere to hide on a lift, so I watched them go from the shadows. Returned to my spot later on, none the wiser.”