Multiple people flock to Darkeye as he works to get things organized. In the chaos, it seems everyone is desperate for any slight sense of leadership, and ready to follow anyone who looks like they're in charge, Torchliner or not. For the most part, people report that they've seen nothing but empty beds and unlocked doors. But those who actually saw something in the night report seeing a herd in the shadows of the night moving towards the shore.
Esmerelda isn't able to pick out her brother's scent--there's just too many scents clustered together--but the sheer number of smells of passing humans tells her a large group of people did indeed pass by the beach.
Dantalion, on the other hand, sees more than one interesting thing, but it depends on his personal definition of "fun." Throughout the city, he sees no signs of children, but there are quite a few people breaking into buildings in search of their offspring; if looting and rioting are his idea of fun, there's plenty to be had. Otherwise, the most notable thing he sees is a large number of dense tracks leading along the shore towards the cliffs, impossible to miss from a bird's-eye view. It looks like hundreds of pairs of feet trudged along, heading in the same direction.
Trinket, inside the tunnels, leaned her lantern pole against a wall. She noticed that the water was coming up to her knees. She wondered, briefly, if she was going to drown. Drowning would probably be interesting, she thought. But she didn't want to try it just yet.
"Let's play another game while we wait for the grown ups to find us," she told the children. "Who knows a good game we can play?"
But none of the children stepped forward. None of them wanted to play. A pity. With nothing left to do but wait, she simply studied the eyes of the children. Fear was such a curious thing.
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Darkeye learns that figures in the night were headed towards the shore.
Esmerelda picks up the scent of a large group of people moving near the water.
Dantalion spots a large number of tracks leading through that same area.
No post order.
Esmerelda isn't able to pick out her brother's scent--there's just too many scents clustered together--but the sheer number of smells of passing humans tells her a large group of people did indeed pass by the beach.
Dantalion, on the other hand, sees more than one interesting thing, but it depends on his personal definition of "fun." Throughout the city, he sees no signs of children, but there are quite a few people breaking into buildings in search of their offspring; if looting and rioting are his idea of fun, there's plenty to be had. Otherwise, the most notable thing he sees is a large number of dense tracks leading along the shore towards the cliffs, impossible to miss from a bird's-eye view. It looks like hundreds of pairs of feet trudged along, heading in the same direction.
Trinket, inside the tunnels, leaned her lantern pole against a wall. She noticed that the water was coming up to her knees. She wondered, briefly, if she was going to drown. Drowning would probably be interesting, she thought. But she didn't want to try it just yet.
"Let's play another game while we wait for the grown ups to find us," she told the children. "Who knows a good game we can play?"
But none of the children stepped forward. None of them wanted to play. A pity. With nothing left to do but wait, she simply studied the eyes of the children. Fear was such a curious thing.
---
Darkeye learns that figures in the night were headed towards the shore.
Esmerelda picks up the scent of a large group of people moving near the water.
Dantalion spots a large number of tracks leading through that same area.
No post order.
