As Miklos appears to have no intention of leaving, Nicolai pulls him into the shadows of an alley opposite the hovel, where he can keep an eye on it. “Given that the riot seems to be getting worse, if you want to stay alive here, I suggest you sit here very quietly, and wait until things calm down. We need to keep an eye on that place, but we must not be seen or heard.”
“Just be ready to run as fast as you can if I give the signal.”
Miklos wanted to ensure that if the agitator leaves the hovel, he will be in a position to pursue. “I hear you, Nicolai. I have arranged to meet up with Saeth in the Toothless Gargoyle later. I don’t want to lose this lead, but neither do I wish to lose my life. You I think are more suited to following him if possible. I’ll stay in this alleyway unless I am attacked or arrested. I can also keep an eye open on this side of the hovel, if he escapes this way – I’ll stop him.” Miklos added with a glint in his eye. “Could you scout the other side and return if you have any news? I’ll come after you if you do not return in ten minutes.”
Nicolai agreed, and left to scout round the back of the premises, to check if there is another way out. He disappeared behind the small dwelling, leaving Miklos to fend for himself.
* * * * *
Maruc was angry still, he glared darkly about him. “Foolishness! This is idiocy…” He looked up at the elf and shook off his melancholy.
Saeth peered down from her perch at Maruc and Feldard. “They ran the other way. I can’t see even a thread of either.”
“Saeth, I saw Miklos head off toward the agitator. I guess he went to follow him. Nicolai went after him, which I’m pleased about. That mage is either brave or slightly unhinged. But he is a city-dweller so that must explain it.” Maruc grinned his trademark smile. “Don’t like the look of the fighting we shan’t be getting over there for a while.”
Turning to the dwarf Maruc added, “Thanks for fending that guard off for me Feldard. I don’t expect he realised what he was doing – and you do look quite fierce!” Feldard nodded in return.
“The boy said where to meet him when it’s over.” Saeth glanced around, uncomfortable declaring it as loudly as she’d need to, given the roar of the riot ahead. With one last look for them, she leapt down from the crates, and asked quietly, “Shall we take this opportunity to visit our friend Radu?”
“We’ve been past there already and unless the riot has addled your memory regarding the Tribune’s orders, I don’t see a reason to return there… ” He frowns.. “unless.. bah! Let’s meet up with others first and THEN decide what to do with this new situation. Where were we to meet?”
Saeth considered the priest’s options. Wading through the riot in an attempt to find two humans amidst it seemed an impossible task. “We can try circling about if you like, but they could be anywhere in the square by now, or even beyond.” She thought for a moment. “Not
that we have any other pressing demands. Let’s wander about the streets for a bit, and if we don’t have any luck, we’ll meet up with them
later,” Her voice dropped to a whisper, “at the Gargoyle, where we met Theosius.”
Feldard nodded at the mention of the Toothless Gargoyle and the group made their way to the meeting spot. As they walked through the streets, they could see the unrest spreading as looters were stealing and destroying things all around them.
* * * * *
Miklos watched anxiously as the battle between the peasant rabble and the horsemen raged on. At first it appeared the commoners were winning the fray, but eventually, reinforcements started pouring in and the tide of battle turned. The street was becoming covered with blood spatter. “What was taking Nicolai so long?” the mage thought to himself.
Then, Nicolai turned the corner and returned to Miklos.
* * * * *
Eventually, the group neared the Toothless Gargoyle. Finally, it appeared the city guard were managing to enforce some order. The atmosphere in the streets became eerily quiet as most sensible folk stayed inside away from danger. They entered the tavern, and hoped they their two friends would be there soon.
Upon seeing them, the barkeep calls out, “Excuse me, but a gentleman left you a message while you were out. I believe he said his name was Theosius. Let me see… Uh, you were to go someplace and get a package, that I know. The Senator Eipistlo’s house, that’s where you’re to take it. Ah, from the Jade Sea, a boat down at the wharf. And there was a warning, too. He said that there were those who would try to take what you carried.”