The pandemonium continues for some time, people rushing around every which way, a body count racking up from the battle in the square.
It's after about twenty minutes that a thin, hooded form straggles into the otherwise unoccupied alley and drops to their knees, rasping hideously as they clutch at their throat.
The only visible skin is on their hand, dirty and skeletal, but nonetheless one Pippa has seen before.