In the hours just before dawn, a quartet of individuals approach from the east and stop, facing a field of twisted mists on the western side of the river. They tentatively pick their way through the clouds, strike down a small abomination, and come upon a grisly sacrificial scene at the crossroads. As they discuss, one of the company sprinkles holy water around the site, kneels to pray in a foreign tongue, and finishes with a cascade of positive energy.
After a few more moments of discussion, the four turn eastward and cross the bridge, heading in the direction of the city.