Investigate

Something in the back of your brain itches and before you know it you find yourself walking toward the alley where the group disappeared. You are at the entryway to the passage before you consciously recognise it as instinct.

There's no sign of the orcs or the drow when you look into the alley, but trusting your intuition you decide to take a few steps in to see. Within the alley the closeness of the buildings blocks out most of the light and noise from outside. The sounds of the festival sound curiously distant. On alert, you creep further along the alley, listening closely. It is not long before you hear whispers from one of the shuttered windows. Quietly as you csn in your armour you crouch down below the window and listen. For a second the whispers pause and you worry that you have been discovered, but then they begin again.

The words are alien to you, some language you don't understand. Which is strange given that, after years in the city guard corps you've learned to pick up both rudimentary orcish and drow dialects. There are a few words of coomon you hear amidst the mystery words; "festival", "group", "end" and "justice".

You begin to notice a strange taste fizzing on your lips and a static sensation pricking your skin just as a door I'm the street nearby opens.

Magic...!