An hour passes by without a shred of the three men or even one of them. Ungrok shifts while waiting under the shadows of the overhang of a glass blowers shop.

Stifling a yawn Ungrok scratches and itch that has been bugging him for the last few minutes and rips out some gas from the ale that he drank. The moon was almost full. It would probably be full in a few days. As he looks at the moon he notices movement on top of a building across from him. It looked like a human with a dark cloak and dull brown hair. Your eyes seem to lock but the man doesn't look away. He does move down slowly so that more of his body is hidden by the roof's low wall.