[Quentin only ever came this way after being at the town square, but the streets look a bit like a regular street, if the regular street was pitch dark, had too many trees lining it and was taken from a horror movie in the 80's. Just a street like any other, and the houses are mostly dark shapes against the deeper darkness of the forest.
He sets up a brisk pace, lantern clipped in to his belt and his notes in one hand, and he nearly blends in to the scenery with his black clothes and dark hair, but he's keeping his eyes open for people and when he reaches the end of the street, he stops under one of the dark streetlights. Why? Who knows, maybe it's habit, making itself know in weird ways, or the old sense of comfort or security from standing under the light, even if the light is gone now. But, he's standing there, leaned back against the post with one leg up to brace himself and he looks around carefully.]
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He sets up a brisk pace, lantern clipped in to his belt and his notes in one hand, and he nearly blends in to the scenery with his black clothes and dark hair, but he's keeping his eyes open for people and when he reaches the end of the street, he stops under one of the dark streetlights. Why? Who knows, maybe it's habit, making itself know in weird ways, or the old sense of comfort or security from standing under the light, even if the light is gone now. But, he's standing there, leaned back against the post with one leg up to brace himself and he looks around carefully.]