"I say, rather odd for you lot to be out like this in the Upper City," says an elderly nobleman. "I thought you reserved these sorts of activities for those folk down in the Lower City. Has Duke Eltan lengthened your leash, then?"
A soldier steps up and strikes the nobleman across the face. "Duke Eltan is dead, old man. Until we find those responsible, the streets are under curfew. Crawl back to your estate."
The two witness several brutal scenes like this.
When they arrive at the Duke's tower, they find the front door locked.