Ithny threw a furtive glance behind him as he slipped through the tunnels. His scales ground against the stone floor as he manoeuvred his muscular form through each twist and turn. He was still in shock at the evening's events.

He'd transferred from jovial drinks with friends to watching his house burn within the hour. He wiped another tear at the loss of his home that held his life's memories and works. In between both of these moments he'd witnessed an elf get high off werewolf venom and helped a newly bitten vampire victim escape her killers. He was wondering how much his ambassadorship would protect him as the situation escalated. He'd spent the last few hours at the embassy helping to coordinate his people's response to the attack at Spark by the orcs and then Blind Hill, his home, by the humans. He'd been lucky to escape harm, his ambassador ID granting him safe passage through the barricade along with the handful of other naga that lived nearby. However, he could not stop thinking about that poor vampire victim and that damn elf. 

Which had led to here. Him sneaking around the tunnels repeating the route they'd done last night in the blind stupid hope that he'd find one of them ok. He stopped and dropped his head. What was he thinking?! He wasn't going to bump into two random people in a maze of underground tunnels in the middle of social unrest. Such an idiot. 

He sighed and turned, heading toward the one place that he knew would be unchanged by the chaos above. A place where he could forget what had transpired this evening and drown his soul. The place where it all started.