"Easy..." Kenrik murmured, and the bay shook her ugly head in response.

For now, the streets had calmed. There were people swirling around, of course, trying to go about some semblance of their lives. But none of them were carrying obvious weapons, and any looks he got were of pity for the soon-dead.

Squaring his shoulders, Kenrik pulls Fly around to pace the length of the street, adjusting the spear so that it rides more comfortably atop his boot.

Better make rounds near the tavern...The drunks got rowdy about this time.

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