[center][h3]Mirt and Anyon[/h3]
Location: Trade district[/center]

The pair had been waiting patiently for the fox to return from whatever their business was when soldiers had begun their march, shouts had follpwed after for evacuation as a full scale attack was said to be occurring and the pair had been ushered away. Both had cast long glances of concern behind them as they were instructed to the Nobles district for safety, a clear indication at the severity of the attack occuring. 
Their progress was slow, Mirts honor demanding he help wherever possible as the two made the trek at a brisk jog only stopping whenever someone with a weapon took their chance to strike at the elderly man and his caretaker (he assumed). A trail of broken bones behind them, civilians trailing close, they had rejoined the main body of the city at the gates leading into the district and were led to lady verttis compound for their own safety.

Never one to be led by the nose, Mirt had kept quiet and used the confusion of the mansion to slip away from prying eyes. Whoever owned this place would know what was going on and the two of them weren't going to be any help without knowing what needed helping. 
Ascending the servants stairways out of sight, the two were well on their way to answers. Hopefully..
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(Coming soon: Belrigger and his soldiers)