From behind them in chamber Maruc called, “Do you not wish to await Miklos? I would rather have his support if we come across more Veiled members. I myself would like to seek the guidance of Halav and do you not think that the Veiled leader has a head start on us that could put him anywhere in the city by now? I will follow now if you are confident that we have a chance.”
Nicolai responded to the cleric’s concerns. “Leave a note for Miklos, and let us get moving or we’ll lose this one, or worse allow him to find reinforcements.”
The demihumans were already pushing forward. Hopefully, the man who had lead the execution was still within reach. If he had left through this passage, perhaps he had not heard the sound of combat.
The dwarf saw the closed door at the end of the tunnel, glanced back at the secret entrance judging it’s thickness – all trying to determine if the battle from a few moments ago would have been overheard beyond that door. Was the leader behind that door lying in wait to spring a trap? Hmm. He set off down the tunnel, studying the narrow hall for pits and unsafe surfaces.
Saeth tried to work up a certain disdain for the Dwarf’s caution, but failed. She didn’t actually want to be injured, however impatient she tended to be at times. This time, however, she made certain not to let the Priest take the lead–after the havoc they’d wrecked before, she didn’t anticipate needing to save the day as a rearguard. She walked right on the Dwarf’s heels, more eager than anyone should’ve been in such a dank, ill-favoured tunnel.
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Miklos emerged out of the secret entrance to the Veiled Society hideout. The body of the warrior who had guarded the entrance still lay in the street. There was no one on the street. He ran to where he had last seen a large group of people, where Maruc had attempted to stop the runaway fishcart that the Veiled crossbowmen had rolled at them. There were still people running frantically in the streets, although their numbers had diminished as they sought shelter from the developing riot. The fishmonger was yelling at one of the city guard who was trying to restore order.
“Did you see what they did to my cart?! It is destroyed and all the fish ruined!”
“Calm down sir! I urge you to return to your home. Everyone return to your homes!”
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As Saeth and Feldard neared the end of the passage, they heard the sound of a stuggle coming from behind the door.