Yoriko wandered with Esma for a time until a spell of weariness overtook her, and she decided to sit and rest on a bench, casually watching the varied festival-goers in their revelry.<em>"Bad people...?"</em>she repeated to herself a moment after hearing Dora's voice. "Esma!" she shouted, jumping up from the bench, "something's about to happen, I-"; her train of thought was disrupted as shrill screams erupted from the crowd. It was difficult in the darkness to make out what was going on, but all at once a wave of panic seemed to rush through the gathered people, emanating from near a tavern across the street.<br/><br/>As people began to run and stumble drunkenly in all directions, it became apparent under the shadowy illumination of oil lamps what was occurring: three or so 'men' had leaped upon individuals at random, tearing at them with hands and teeth like hungry beasts; rending tendons and arteries before moving on to the next victim. Yoriko knew she had no time to return to the inn and don her armor, so she drew her sword and started toward them.<br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>The creatures stop their grisly work as the steel-clad giant that was Ulric clangs over the cobblestone street from the alleyway. They eye him warily and begin to spread out through the emptying street and slowly circle like wolves. The form of the tavern keeper can be briefly seen, fleeing with his patrons and several others before disappearing into the night.<br/><br/>[Everyone should probably roll initiative now. Anyone beating a 6 can act.]<br/>[Anyone without darkvision has a 20% miss chance on any attack made, due to the concealment granted by the darkness.]