Wisps of fog crawled across the streets of Ravengro as the rays of the rising sun began to illuminate the town. Blinds were opened, blankets shaken out of windows, as the town woke. Soon, the morning fog would burn off; from the looks, it would be another beautiful autumn day. The shortest route to the Pharasmin temple and the Restlands lay to the right on leaving the Lorrimor household, across the bridge. To the left, the road led into the center of Ravengro - and even in the dim light of morning, it was evident that there was something unusual going on there: a crowd had gathered, and the sound of shocked voices was faintly audible from that direction.