I come around the building, carrying the wood in both hands. There is an odd murmuring going on in the streets that hits me long before I round the corner. As I do, I arch an eyebrow at the sight of it. They are far too far to see what is going on properly, but I still stand there thickly for a moment. I try to peer further down the street with no luck.

I haven't seen any functions since I got here, and it might be nice to go out and meet some folks, but the more I look at how they move, and hear the voices on the wind, the less convinced I want to join whatever activity it going on. They don't look happy, but it's all I can tell with their hollering and waving stuff. What in the world could it be?

I shake my head a bit. I notice that I am still standing, like a fool, with my load. I quickly turn away from my curiosity for long enough to drop it off in the kitchen. I think for a second, about what I can do to get a better look. My eyes slowly drifted upward as I thought about how tall the building was. I take off quickly, heading up the stairs. I skip two at a time with my long strides. I can feel the excitement of what could be happening building in me. It didn't take long at all to reach the roof access. I fumble with the latch for a moment, since I am moving too fast to be careful, but as I get outside. I move over to the north edge.

Time to get a better look at what all the fuss what about anyways.