Despite there being quite a few folk plid-plodding around trying to get as much light time as they could before Curfew Bell forced them to retreat indoors. The dark had a way of making folk jittery, especially since the Praisebee incident. What was oddly was their lack of chat. They walked all quiet-like, without purpose. I looked to Orva and Dreng; they had tightened jaws and gave out a vibe of alert. A mist rose from the ground. It spread out in a hazy blanket that almost obscured the Citydwellers. They stopped, so did we. I peered into the mist and saw the shapes of five non-Cityfolk. How the huff did they get in? A murmur grew from where they stood. A name, mine. Huff! Not again. The residents that stood still did not seem to notice the newcomers and joined in with the stranger’s chant as if they were compelled to do so. The sound grew until ‘Adara’ was near shrieked. Orva looked to Dreng. He screwed up his eyes and tapped his ears as though something had crawled in. The fog began to dissipate and with it the name calling.
