Saeth glanced behind her, confirming that the companions would not suffer a unhappy surprise from the rear. She’d only gotten a moment’s glance at the men in the room before her, but if they were aristocrats rather than brawlers, she thought her odds pretty good–and did not the pervasive hoods suggest that the wearers had much to lose from being identified, just as their actions suggested an imperative from the elites?
Despite a twinge of impatience, she was largely content with the slight delay as those in the front steeled themselves. She didn’t feel half sorry for the Veil’s most recent victims, and was willing to let the mob’s frenzy run its course before rushing in.
Miklos, too busy to really appraise the situation properly, couldn’t judge whether an assualt would be worthwhile. There seem to be alot of voices comming from the chamber. If he’d been in a position to see, he probably would have bulked at the idea of going in simply because of the odds.
Feldard watched from his semi-concealed position along the stone passageway as the crowd grabbed the “traitor”. To his mind one less person to fight given the Veiled’s greater numbers was worth a bit of a wait – that is unless they could convince the traitor that he had a better chance of surviving by fighting wtih them against his former friends.. eh in either case they were still badly outnumbered. Surprise only helped so much.
He glanced back towards the mage wondering if he’d cast his spell yet. He hadn’t seen anyone drop yet.. maybe he did some other protective spell.. as much as the dwarf hated magic.. something to help would be of use right about now. He looked to each of his companions a moment then stopped at the mage and gestured to the room mouthing silently. ‘Whenever you’re ready…’
Beading over persperation trickled down Miklos’s forehead as he tried to control the magic. Through gritted teeth he hissed, “I’m ready now, do we go in or leave get help from the Tribune?”
As the voices raised in the room beyond Maruc risked a look from behind Feldard then ducked back quickly. It looked a folly to charge in there, they would have to put down four men each and by their current experience all of the ‘veiled they had met so far had been seasoned brawlers. Even if Miklos could fell five as he had done during the assualt it would take him a while to fell another five with the magic left in him and he would be useless until he read the spell again by which time they may all be dead.
They may also be able to save the ‘veiled man being perseciuted. He may have valuable information that he would be prepared to tell such as Nicolai had, but by the sounds of it they may well be too late anyway.
That still left at least two men each and these guys were fanatical so were unlikely to flee unless severly outnumbered or outclassed. Let us hope that the felling and engagement of three quarters of their number may be enough for the others to rout. Maruc took a deep breath.
“The odds don’t look good, but there is a slim chance if we attack them while they are otherwise engaged. With surprise Miklos may have enough time to fell half the ‘veiled before we attack if we are luckly. But, my vote would be to get the Tribune as Miklos suggested, but we may loose them.”
It did not take long for the Veiled Society men to kill their ‘traitor’. It was a horrible death, but if the man was responsible for the death of Lucia Vorloi, perhaps it was deserved. As the party looked on, half of the men exited the room through a side passage. The remainder of them started to head for the archway. Strangely, the leader suddenly seemed to not be among them. Apparently, he had quickly slipped away somewhere during the killing.
Ten hooded men stalked slowly towards the group, who remained hidden in the shadows.