It would have been a quiet night in the square if not for the revelers at midnight. They appeared intent on hassling anyone in their path. Catching sight of us they came straight for us in a booze fueled fury.
Elijah stood to his feet and around the rock of his presence the subhuman tide split and fell to fighting amongst themselves.
We were not bothered the rest of the night, though we did take turns on watch.
With the dawn we took note of which residences surrounding the square did not disgorge any occupants. The second such house as it turned out belongs to Sy’s parents.
They invited us in. And listened eagerly to the news about their son.