@Kalir: Flying above the Golden Mare and its immediate environs, you try and make out the source of the noise...

But just as it came, it's gone. What does catch your attention are some lights, barely making it through the thick blanket of fog. On nights like these, it isn't unusual for lights to be lit. Lamps around Halmathan serve exactly that purpose, but as you glide down, you can tell that the lights are moving back and forth in an erratic manner and a smell...

Blood and incense.

It's the sound of battle that draws you closer towards the ground when you see the carriage you drove in- it's been overturned to the side of the street and the horse has been killed lying on a pool of its own blood.

The coach man lies a few feet, butchered madly. His top hat strewn around by the wind as several other men lie dead nearby. They aren't wearing armor. In fact, most of them were carrying torches, pitchforks and the odd cutlass, now shattered.

One of them kneels on the ground and loos at a deep wound on its belly before grunting and falling head first on the pavement.

The last man standing wields a torch and a rusted hand axe as a dark figure stands before him and drives its hand cleanly through the man's chest, causing an eruption of blood from its back before it tries to swing at its killer and drops dead at its feet, allowing you to get a better view of the one in charge of this massacre: