Raggle rock

Mage hunters, huh. Esme had never had much reason to give them much thought, painting them with the same brush as every other heavily armed authority figure. City guards and armsmen and so on. But if you were older, and a mage to boot … Well, she could see why you might run if they gave chase. Caro certainly wasn't a fan of the Order. Surprisingly, the courier turned out to be a rather talkative chap.

“And they know you on sight?” Five versus two was not good odds, either. Certainly not without a frontliner to hold them up. But if they could make it out of here, Nienke might even the odds.

“Let’s head out the back.” She hissed, stalking toward the other end of the kitchen. Pushing the door open a crack, she listened for activity in the alley outside. Nothing, at least not that she could hear over the tavenkeep’s blustering and the dull impact of steel on rapidly curing alchemical cement.

The head start wouldn’t last long before someone thought to check the other exits. She waved at the courier and slipped out the door, crossbow ready but angled low. As she came around a corner, a shout went up from a man in plate armor. Either they’d caught sight of her before, or the tavernkeep had pointed her out.

“Fuck. Run!”

@Horus