The woman she asked stopped her argument momentarily, to look over Sarytha, distrustfully, for a moment, before pointing to the south and west. "Down by the river, just follow the shore south, from the old bridge, you can't miss it," she said, then turned back to the rest of the crowd.<br/><br/>True to her words, as she started to head south from the bridge, the memorial was easy to spot; looming twenty-five feet tall, this moss covered stone statue stands on the bank of the river, depicting a proud, muscular human man dressed in leathers and wielding a truncheon—a depiction of Warden Hawkran. When she got closer, she could see some of the town guard, with rags and buckets, cleaning up aroudn the statue, though there was still a lot of blood, splattered on the statue, and surrounding area. One spot stood out in particular; a large letter 'V' painted in blood, painted over the carvings in the base, bearing the names of those who died in the line of duty, in the fire. Curiously, the letter seems to resist the scrubbing, though she seems them, slowly, making progress on it.