Throughout Varris, several 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 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.
Though danger sat outside their walls, those of high-society still had their images to maintain. The night's party had been scheduled weeks prior and Indarel would not tarnish his good family name just because of some non-elven brat leading an army of traitors.
