Francis found what was left of a tavern, it still burned with a fierce intensity. To his dismay, the street was swarming with guards, they were like ants. He huffed with indignation, now it'd look bad if he were to loot anything. He tapped his foot against the road, but it would be a waste of his time if he didn't get anything out of this.

He saw a group of people who had begun to retreat. He made a decision, and decided to follow them.