Miklos and Maruc glanced at each other. Neither distrusted the elf, but his pronouncement was unexpected. The party made their way to the riverbank.
Stephan’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean, we’re being followed,” he directed at Hasan when the elf revealed his concerns.
Gently dipping the oars into the river Ludo silently directed the river boat into the shoreline and as the boat gently ran up onto the river bank he jumped ashore splashing a couple of times in the shallow water. After pulling the boat up onto the bank he knelt down in the grass to listen. Strange he thought in the cool night air he could not hear anything you would normally expect, something was amiss. Picking up his sword he scampered off deeper into the bush away from the river, his senses alert for any sort of an attack.
Feldard remained hidden in the woods, crossbow loaded, watching in the growing dusk as Stephen and Hasan made their way first towards the city entrance, then towards the river. “What are they up to now?”
He searched the area for any visible threat.
Ludo headed towards where he thought the road was, the bush was thick and making it impossible for him to determine if the others were waiting for him or even if they had left Threshold. Walking around a tree as quietly as he could he literally stumbled over Feldard who was staring intently into the gathering gloom.
As the group was reunited, a voice from high over their heads screamed, “Attack!”
Three bolts of energy came down from above, illuminating the party’s position. Miklos could do nothing as he saw that he was the target of the spell. “Aaaaaaggghhhh” he cried as the magic missiles struck him.
They scanned the sky and saw the yellow-robed Golthar flying above them. From the woods around them, they heard the sound of enemies approaching.