Despite his companions misgivings about his actions, Feldard was expecting the worst and when ‘Saeth’ made a dash for the alcove, he broke free from Hasan’s restraining hold, and bellowed as he gave chase, cursing himself for not having his crossbow at the ready. “Stop her escape! Nicolai—your bow!”
Hasan wasn’t as quick to react as the dwarf and Saeth’s surprising dash left him stonefooted. He wondered if he had been taken in and trusted her strength, her independent spirit, and yes, their racial bonds too much.
Miklos knew he wasn’t strong enough to restrain Saeth, that didn’t stop him trying as sprang upon her. He tried to catch her off guard, “The scorn of Karelena will be yours if you let us escape!”
Nicolai didn’t have any weapons to hand. As he ran to intercept Saeth, he wondered how he could string his bow, nock, draw and loose an arrow by the time Seath had fled—what did Feldard think he was, some kind of elf? Not that there was any place to flee to in a room without exits. Still she was moving with a purpose and he was the only one fast enough to be able to stop her!
The priest spun on his heal at the surprise sprint of the elf. His arm snatched out at thin air and he started to purse her before he realized he wasn’t going to catch up. Think fool! He began to cast his spell as Nicolai was reaching to tackle the elf. “Spirit of Halav encompass thee that thy purpose is…”
And then, just before he could complete his spell, Saeth and Nicolai disappeared in a flash as they both tumbled into the alcove.