The dwarfs own curses joined that of the vendors as he came apon the blocked path. He was tempted to just hack his way through but knew that by the time he did so the villians would be long gone anyways. “Thrice cursed, worthless, piles of troll-dung ..” He grumbled as he halted his chase. “Arggh, by Thunder we’ve been led a merry chase – no doubt, Akarios is being warned we are seeking him at this very moment.”
Saeth leapt, attempting to clear the falling folds of cloth, intent on continuing the chase. They were so close, and surely couldn’t get too far through the marketplace–four hooded, armed men would create quite a commotion bulling their way down the street. Let the dwarf placate the shopkeeper, if he couldn’t handle this little jog.
Passing the shopkeep at speed Maruc called, “Take not Halav’s name in vain for he shall hear you….” Maruc bounded over the fallen tent wishing that he armour would get lighter, he knew he couldn’t keep this up for ever.
“Curses! These men run as if the very spawn of Hades where afer them! Perhaps they are.” Miklos guessed by their action to pull the tent down was an intention to escape rather than fight. He thought that if they where ther to kill them they would not have fled, or maybe they didn’t expect such robust resistance. This was a warning more than anything else, they had sprung the trap with bravery so then next warning will be more dangerous. Still, it was also encouraging they were getting upset with us and upset people make rash decisions. He knew they where close to the truth of the matter, otherwise why waste men on stopping us?
The group weaved through the fallen tentcloth. Saeth lead the way, her nimble body tossing aside the obstruction with relative ease. They lost some time on their quarry, and she struggled to catch up. They can’t stay ahead of an elf for long. Miklos and the others sped on, lengthening their stride to catch up with her.
Nicolai stopped and thought for a moment. “Hmm perhaps going to the docks wasn’t such a good idea. Too many spies around.” He then carried on running after the men.
They turned the corner onto a very busy street. People were fleeing the area where a new riot had broken out. Saeth’s keen eyes were able to find the hooded men among the crowd and so she kept up her pursuit.
It was a struggle to maintain the chase through the crowded thoroughfare. The crossbowmen callously shoved people out of their way. Eventually, they turned against the tide of traffic, and split off away from the mob down a narrow side street.
The street was on a narrow incline, at the top of which was a fishmonger’s cart. The fleeing criminals took advantage of their lead time and stopped at the cart, then pushed it down the incline.
As Saeth and the others came into the side street, the cart was just starting to pick up speed toward them and the crowd behind.