Kren and FriendsThe night was dark, the thick layer of clouds obscuring whatever sliver of a moon their may have been from the view of all. Somewhere below her, Torasia could hear rapid footfalls echoing down the cobblestone streets. The sound reverberated; this time of night, if one listened, they could hear the town's pulse.At least that was her way of putting it. The elf remained silent perched atop the rooftop of the Belik & Sons tannery. A man, one very familiar to her, was the source of the sound. He sprinted down the empty street with purpose and skidded to a stop before a dilapidated brown house not too far from the building she was standing upon.