It was the middle of the night, that hour when any reasonable person would probably either be at home or on their way there. Even in Everglade, unless one was out hunting for something...

Like, maybe, an ass-kicking.

The street was quiet, the muffled sound of arguing coming from an upstairs window and -- ludicrously enough -- an almost manic laughter. Then, glass shattered from someone being thrown through the window, and the person in question hit the ground with a sick thump. Bleeding all over the place through countless cuts, glazed-eyed, Tannusen found himself just trying to remember what breathing was, exactly.

At least the shouting had stopped.

Mmm... actually... that probably was not a good thing, come to think of it.