Their group had been swaying merrily on their way, each little collective within it focused on their own conversations, with Harland talking to Borne and Jev, and Northy playing with Vagrin. In this, Vol had been the exception. Despite the drink, he'd been keeping his eyes thoroughly on the road ahead.
They hadn't purposefully gone through the darker allies looking for trouble, but to the same extent, they hadn't stuck to the well-lit main roads either. They were strong enough – for the most part – to take care of themselves, no matter what situation they were in. The relatively dark alley that they were passing through now should have been a shorter way to the inns that they were looking for. Of course, it was merely Vol's pathfinding instinct that they were basing that on.
