[Legolas]

Ydalon

"We are," laughed the boy.
"I rounded up the strays and we'll be through those gates in five minutes or less. I bet there aren't even any guards at their post with the fires raging in that nearby alley."

"Hold on... The alley!"


Picking up the pace, he sprinted in the direction of the palisade opening, took a sharp left and slid to a halt in front of the gathering site. Its gloom was pierced by the flames of surrounding buildings, but smoke was building in answer to that penetration. Barrels and crates had been knocked over, a lone burning cartwheel rolling past. There was no sign of their companions, but loud voices marked the approach of a fire fighting mob.

Ydalon took a few steps into the cluttered passage, searching for a sign, but he was not comfortable with waiting for the town guard. Strangers, known troublemakers and former prisoners tended to be arrested for standing near a spreading fire. He stepped back out again, turning to his remaining companions.

"All I found was this," he told them, holding up a furry tail which he then discarded.
"And this. Reaching out, he gestured to Jason, walking off through nearby shadows.
"There's no more time to linger. Guards are coming. We're leaving now."