Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-12599067-20140104192126

(In the words of Gandalf: "Fly, you fools!")

Jack scrambled over to the window and peered down at the agents and guards, watching as some of them scrambled towards the door of the Hotel and others in pursuit of a carriage that swiftly rolled through the streets, skirting to avoid the group of Penitus Oculatus agents that was following in hot pursuit. He squinted to try and see who they were chasing... his eyes widened in surprise. Was that Anwen driving the cart?

"No, I think not. Perhaps it is time for us to leave. Daithi, Nahlgaaf, gather the others and let's go. I don't want to be around when those foul agents burst through the door," he answered. He quickly got away from the window in case any archers whipped out their bows and rushed into his room, packing his things as fast as he could. The Black Book seemed heavier than usual as he slipped it into his bag, but he payed no attention and continued to pack.