West Coronation Square looks like it has seen better days. Apparently there was a small riot outside the Watch office last night. Stains on the cobblestones are obviously blood and soot. The west side of the square is burnt out. Shops have had their windows smashed in and doors torn off. Black ash is stained against the front of each building. Someone perhaps was playing with fire magic. It looks like a lot of the Watch guards got burned.

Most of the men are bandaged in some way or another. A healer has set up a makeshift clinic in back of the post. Changing out bandages and smearing ointment by the fistful on any exposed skin she sees. The officer on duty, a stubgy dwarf spits on the fround when you approach him. "Verik? Yah. He left me a fine pile a' dogshit ta clean up after 'im. Took four a' tha men. Though only two of 'em were worth a damn. Whaddya wanna know?"

"Do you know his 'lady-friend' at all? Could she be the reason he has deserted his post?"

Selvin shook his head slowly. "Terrible times we find ourselves in. Even more so when guardsmen abandon their posts." He clucked his tongue a bit. "But we are going to try and see if we can't resolve this."

Toke decided it would be in his best interest to wait outside. Anything he missed could easily be filled in later and wasn't worth getting locked up on the off chance that he, or his name was recognized. Waving to his group, he leaned on a scorched wall and studied his surroundings, wishing he had a smoke. He flashed a yellow smile at the irony.