Saeth came to a sudden stop. A quick glance showed the apparent disappearance of their assailants, but this new swordsman posed a more pressing conundrum. Shifting her dagger to her left hand, she pulled her blade free of its scabbard on her back. “And who might you be?”
As almost ran into Saeth but stopped himself just in time. Then he turned to look at the man who had caught her attention. Glad of the restbit Miklos took a few moments to gulp down some air.
Then he turned to Saeth, “Who is your new friend? He doesn’t seem your sort my dear, all that sword and mysteriously silent too.”
To the armed man he said. “Did you see four frightened scaliwags run this way? You would recognise them by the tattered robes and the smell of sespits as if they had forgotten were the toilet is.”
The man did not respond. He just stood there gripping his massive sword.
Nicolai drew his sword, ready for combat.
Meanwhile, back on the street down the hill, Maruc had dusted himself off. Hmm what an unusual smell. So this is the result of city life? Nice.
I think a nice holiday in the country is well deserved after this, Maruc thought as he pull himself out of the wreck and dusted himself off a bit. He turned to the gapping crowd. “These fish were definitely off.”
Feldard had watched the wild ride with held breath and released it explosively as Maruc disentangled himself from the wrecked apparently not too worse for wear after the ride. “Nice attempt Maruc but it’s time to move on. We’ll lose them if we don’t hurry!” He’ll turn and continue on hoping the others left a bit of a trail for them to follow.
With all the dignity Maruc could muster, he raced back up the hill with Feldard to help his friends.
They found them as they were confronting the large warrior who stood at the end of a dead end alley.