Errol paused, examining one building that he could have sworn looked familiar, like he'd passed it a hundred times in the Nethers. He started to move in for a closer look when he stopped again, looking around. He hadn't heard anything, and had been too absorbed in examining the building to see anything, but there was a feeling... like he was being watched, an unsettling crawling on the back of his neck and base of his skull. He'd learned to trust that feeling in his time as a Cleric and even more so as his time as a double agent for the Resistance, as poorly as that had ended.
He left the building alone and continued walking in the direction he'd been going, though this time he paid more attention to his peripheral vision and strained his ears.