The elves and Fionna spent most of the time as the group walked through the streets fending off the few daring ones that were probably trying to make a name for themselves by being the ones to successfully confront Sil'danar and walk away with his head.  So as the group made its way through the streets, Fionna and the elves were either dealing with the unwanted attention or grabbing it and trying to get information from people.<br/><br/>However, it had nearly been three hours and above ground the sun was soon to be setting.  And while the passage of time here in the Underdark was marked in various ways, and depending on the folk the time of day wasn't really important.  They had a different routine down in the light-less world after all, and often time it was based upon survival rather than a clock.<br/><br/>Luth on the other hand, had been looking around the streets for flyers....and wait...was that something about an Arena competition or Lord Galen....or both....or was it nothing?  It was hard to tell, he had looked at so many flyers...but perhaps he should look again and maybe start looking closer, maybe he did see something.