For clarification, this thread happens the day AFTER the Four Season is burned down and relatively close to the remnants of the building.
It was dusk, and the Four Seasons was nothing but rubble.
There had been mourning.
There had been anger.
There had been fear.
There had been the desire to rebuild.
From the rubble small sounds were made, the stones remaining still gave off the heat of the Dragon. Then they came, small crawling things of darkness.
Please roll me a [Perception - 1 (Dusk)]