Throughout Varris, a number of soldiers moved mechanically and along designated paths. They were assigned strict routes through the city for patrols to ensure that the population of non-elves and mixed races did not enter into the areas cordoned off for the true elves. Another of their responsibilities was to ensure that the true elves who had 'lost their sanity' and cavorted with other races were kept inside their assigned areas.
To put it bluntly, the trade city of Varris was put under martial law. Indarel watched the events in his city from a balcony on the third floor of this family home. He was taking in the fresh evening air to clear his head of the wine that he had been enjoying during the party.
