They moved as a group.
Stone gave way to narrower streets. The air changed first, carrying the stale mix of waste, damp wood, and old iron. The farther they went, the more the buildings leaned inward, windows barred, doors reinforced from the outside. Chains hung unused from posts. Some were still warm.
Here, not even the dwarven cannon fire reached; there was nothing noteworthy about collapsing. They were more focused on flushing out the remaining defenders from the outer areas, where they were stationed, and the locations they were more knowledgeable of.
Quinlan felt it before anyone said a word.
