Stephan wiped blood and dust from his brow. Despite the noise of melee that was still ebbing away, he felt it necessary to keep his voice down. In a hissing whisper, “We need to be away from here now! Ludo, can you lead us into some hiding place?”
Ludo whispered to anyone in range “It’s no point hiding now, our main advantage is speed and force of action, let’s continue before these green skins gather what forces they have to intercept us.”
Stephan nodded at Ludo’s recommendation and prepared to follow the rogue.
Maruc looked out from the close quarters of their melee to see the street bedecked with gore, including some elven blood, judging by the way Hasan reeled toward Ludo. Maruc quickly moved forward. Invoking the power of his deity, the cleric laid his healing hands on the thin elf’s wounded chest.
Hasan’s posture improved immediately. The elf waited as the group approached, but anxiously looked up the path from which the hobgoblins and baboons had emerged. “There lies our path,” he whispered. “I had worried that the hobgoblins might occupy the outbuildings, and something worse lay within the tower beyond, so it is a good sign to see them coming toward us from the tower. Let us make speed.”
“The legendary patience of elves seems lost on you,” chuckled Miklos. “Yes, let us proceed, but should we not make our way a bit more cautiously than what brought us to this point? You are the master huntsman, but lead us a bit more slowly this time, no?
While the others discussed plans, Feldard finished off the sleeping hobgoblins. It would do no good if they awoke to alert others to the groups presence.
Once that task was done the dwarf resumed his rearguard as the group continued on.
Ludo kept to the shadows, moving as silently as he could along the dark cobbled pathway between the eerily silent buildings. He thought to himself how unusual to use baboons as guard animals, but in retrospect his family’s gamekeeper had wanted to use geese to warn of intruders on the family estate. However, his father, in his usual arrogant way, scoffed at that idea and insisted on using guard dogs that no one could really control. He smiled to himself maybe his father should have used baboons.
Glancing at the sky, he figured that it was close to midnight. With any luck, the bodies would not be found for a few hours, maybe not even till day light. Ludo was the first to hear it, and then Hasan. Sounds of the hobgoblin tongue. The source was obvious. A pair of doorways to the right were marked with the crimson red bloodskull of Vlaad’s hobgoblin tribe.
Ludo approached a dark doorway. He stopped, motioned for Hasan to cover him crouched down and listened intently. Both doorways seem to lead to the same place. The rogue was on edge, feeling as though a band of the ugly humanoids could come charging out any moment.