Not much of a crowd will gather for such an event-- the presence of armed goblin, an armed halfling, warriors and the like are enough to dissuade any further inquiry from any but the guard, and none have shown themselves yet.  The rumbling clouds that have steadily gathered open up, cooling the ground with a sudden, steady downpour.  The sound of shutters opening, as if in synch, echoes through the city.  Cisterns and rainbarrels begin to fill, and people crowd the open porches of homes and shops.<br/>The group gathered around the weeping girl opts on the side of caution and makes its way down the street to Fiera's shop... The girl seems utterly overwhelmed by exhaustion, but she is able to walk with assistance.<br/>*<br/>With the heavy wooden shutters open, the cool rain's breeze is welcoming and cool in the high-ceilinged workshop.  The workbench is empty except for the girl's half-open satchel and the taloned limb.  The stongbox still securely locked.<br/>They learn, during the next half hour, that the young woman's name is Hallen Riess.  She and her family were among the recent colonists; they have a cane farm about 40 kilometers west of the city.  She says that she was sent to check the crab traps with her older brother, Ral, while the family and share-croppers worked the fields.  When they returned, they found a horrific sight-- blood stains, scattered weapons.  Bloody remnants, mostly.  Her brother sent her to return with a patrol while he searched for survivors... the leg, apparently, was found near signs of a scuffle.