03-07-2017, 10:06 PM
Back to the Guest Estate
(spoiler for Merri and Shanna)
As everything is settled and two city guards supplement the adamantine guardian to keep the guests safe, the exhausted party falls asleep, one by one.
What feels like no more than a blink of an eye, everyone is roused from their sleep by the ring of bells struck off, crying fire alarm into the city night. Dozens of feet rush along the street right outside the windows and orders are shouted all around. More squads rush in various directions and the orders shouted, the screams of distant men, the cries of trumpets and horns, are all but suppressed by the agonizing wail of the bells all around the city, turn into a cacophony of chaos. The smell of burning wood penetrates the building's windows and wrinkles the nose of those within.
Those taking the effort to look outside the windows can see that it is still dark outside. There is no movement and no lights.
Having slept closest to the door (and the guardian outside the door) the armourer is the first to jump off the bed and tear up the door, only to be greeted by the startled look on the face of the two guards posted outside the door.
"Yes?" the one to the left asks.
Crickets chirp.
"The... bells..."
"We are sorry if they roused you, sir. They beat once every quarter of an hour but it's easy to get used to them."
The armourer blinks.
"Must have been a dream," he mumbles, then adds something that may have been "Good night."
"Good night, sir," the guard replies as Murkatos pushes the door shut and stumbles back to his bed.
(spoiler for Merri and Shanna)
As everything is settled and two city guards supplement the adamantine guardian to keep the guests safe, the exhausted party falls asleep, one by one.
What feels like no more than a blink of an eye, everyone is roused from their sleep by the ring of bells struck off, crying fire alarm into the city night. Dozens of feet rush along the street right outside the windows and orders are shouted all around. More squads rush in various directions and the orders shouted, the screams of distant men, the cries of trumpets and horns, are all but suppressed by the agonizing wail of the bells all around the city, turn into a cacophony of chaos. The smell of burning wood penetrates the building's windows and wrinkles the nose of those within.
Those taking the effort to look outside the windows can see that it is still dark outside. There is no movement and no lights.
Having slept closest to the door (and the guardian outside the door) the armourer is the first to jump off the bed and tear up the door, only to be greeted by the startled look on the face of the two guards posted outside the door.
"Yes?" the one to the left asks.
Crickets chirp.
"The... bells..."
"We are sorry if they roused you, sir. They beat once every quarter of an hour but it's easy to get used to them."
The armourer blinks.
"Must have been a dream," he mumbles, then adds something that may have been "Good night."
"Good night, sir," the guard replies as Murkatos pushes the door shut and stumbles back to his bed.
