Eranden's trained eyes search the crowd. He sees a rush of emotions- anger, hope, joy, woe. Everyone seems to be thrown to some extreme by the political situation, extremes rarely seen during the hum drum of daily life. Some even seem to thrive off the tension.
For Eranden's Eyes Only
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Especially the thin, normal looking elf, leaning against the bricks of a closed store. Your eyes begin to pass over him, but he stands straight and begins to slowly make his way foreword, towards the road. As the folds of his cloak are pulled back, caught on someone else's sign, you see a large dagger in his hand. He quickly pulls the cloak back, peering around the crowd before moving foreword again.