Dastan reads his note carefully, a bemused expression on his face at the unexpected and unlooked-for message and its' dramatic presentation. After he finishes, he tucks the note in one of his pockets then frowns. I haven't the slightest idea where this... Lancet street is.
He looks around for a moment, hoping that it might be one of the streets adjacent to the Square, but no such luck befalls him. Well, there's nothing for it then. I'll simply have to pray that one of these folk knows more than I.
The Paladin looks around again, scanning the crowd for somebody a little less embroiled in the festivities than most, and then approaches them and asks in his resonant, almost musical speech, "Excuse me, would you happen to know where Lancet Street is?"