Some of the others clutched their mouths with their hands, swallowing their need to throw up. A few of them moved back to the tavern, obviously spreading the word, as others came running out after just a little while.<br/><br/>There did not seem to be any sign of the evil-doer anywhere near, and while any tracks would be very visible in the mud, they were quickly washed away by the rain. In any case, one would have to be a skilled tracker to make sense of the myriad of footprints going by here.<br/><br/>Then suddenly, there was a loud female scream a few streets down.