The oak ceiling splitting open and the iron bars crashing onto the stone floor had no doubt echoed through the village. Now outside again, Zehlyr could hear the hurried footsteps of leather boots on soft mud and the shouts of angry men. Off in the distance, the alarm bells rang loudly in the evening, spring air. It was getting cooler, and the smell of a coming storm was in the air. Heeska and Azalea emerged behind him. Heeska put a clawed hand over his eyes, shielding them as he watched the clusters of soldiers rushing towards them. “Not as subtle an exit as I would have hoped for,” he said. “What do we do now?” Azalea asked. Zehlyr turned towards her, but was quickly cut off by the blade of a sword slashing down in front of him, missing his nose by only a couple of inches. Startled, he jumped back, managing to dodge a sweeping arch from the blade aimed at his torso.
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