She could peer through a window, though she wouldn't be able to see much from here, aside from a decent-sized crowd in the main square, arguing, loudly.<br/><br/>If she opened the door, she'd be able to hear a bit more clearly, and pick up the gist of the conversation; apparently, during the night, someone had defaced the Harrowstone Memorial, splattering it with blood, and making a grisly scene. Some people were growing accusatory, and others were trying to figure out the why.