Dark and deserted as it was, the night is full of small noises. Song, chatter, and rustling, told of what the population was up to.
Plying their trade and vocations in the night. The market was scarcely populated.
In the streets, shadow figures moved. Whispering in an unknown language as they moved passed the houses at great speed. They were searching for something.
The people of Arendar went on about their business unaware of the danger that was knocking at their door. Unknown to them was the doom that marked their doorstep for death as a consequence of Soren's death.
The confirmation of Soren's death caused chaos to his people. They were hurt and in pain over the loss of their leader. The shadow figures went street by street searching for the last piece of Soren's soul.
