Cyrward sits in a tavern one street away from the High Street, talking enthusiastically with his comrade, when the Siguri arrive and the patrons all leave in a hurry. Since when has there been a curfew enforced in Milburh? He and his friend leave in a hurry, dodging through the streets while guards chase shadows. In the Watchhouse, Captain Mirric shouts angry orders, and Wil listens to the hurrying feet and general sounds of chaos coming through his cell door. What's going on out there?