Knowing only that his friends would have been waiting for him on South Street and that something bad had obviously taken place within the city, Alistar poured swordsman's aura into his legs and increased his pace by a significant margin. As he ran, he noticed that a large host of people were idling about half a league to the west of the road, the colours of their clothes, banners and wagon tarps all appearing familiar. He soon came upon a long line of matted mud that showed where the delegation had branched off from the road in order to set up positions around a distant hill that neighboured one of the many small hamlets that dotted the countryside.
Why weren't they moving, he wondered? Something was clearly wrong and yet they were simply standing back and watching Mayhaven burn.
