Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140421012810/@comment-11457306-20140511005826

"What do we do?" repeated Dania, growing more nervous by the second. Soon it would be dawn and they didn't dare hang around on the roof.

"I don't know," hissed Alyssa. "The one person I trust is down there in the dungeon.  There are two many guards and they are no longer on our side.  Some of them I don't even recognize.  I don't know what they are doing to her or what they plan to do to her.  They could put her head on the block here or ship her out to another prison--one more secure. My guess is they are going to execute her here and make an example of her.  They'll be hunting all of us.  Although, they may not be looking for you.  They don't know you.  You're too new."

Alyssa rose to her haunches and began to creep back toward the wall.

"What are you doing?"

"Sometimes you have to cut your losses and run.  Don't stop to pack, don't put out the cat, just go.  I know a man in Highrock.  A Guildmaster.  I'm going for help.  You--you should cut and run while you can.  Move on, and ditch that armor first chance you get."

"What?  Where will I go?" Dania's voice quavered a little as she felt her world slipping again.

"I hear Falskaar's nice this time of year."

"Falskaar!"

"Shhh!  Keep your voice down!"

Alyssa dropped down to the wall.