The sword makes five. Quickly, man, quickly! Before they do think we still try to escape. When he straightened, he was alone in silence once more. After a time, Ingtar spoke again, firmly.
He's taken on a pack of louts who call themselves 'players. Hastily he undid the seals and buckles of his saddlebags and pulled out his usual cloak. Ahead, stone walls not much higher than Loial's head enclosed a square perhaps fifty paces on a side. Their eyes stared at him, wide with fear, and their mouths gaped in a last scream no one could hear.
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