It all seemed to happen so fast!
Jeremy woke in the darkness, a hand covering his mouth. Somewhere outside the sound of an angry mob getting closer.
Had they finally caught up with him? If so this could cost him his life. He was relieved to hear Greg’s voice, “We don’t have much time. Grab your things and wake the wizard. I’ll get the halfling!”.
Greg and Jeremy were becoming good friends, though he wasn’t sure how much he trusted the others yet. Regardless, most of them had someone out there with an axe to grind so he figured it was safer to stick together.
Slipping quietly out of bed he made his way over to Luther, waking him the same way Greg had woken him only moments before.
Dropping silently into the water they quickly made their way to the opposite bank.
Within minutes the four of them were on the road, Greg’s boat in flames behind them and slowly sinking into the dark waters of the river Tuefel.
The plan was simple, they could be in Gotheim by mid-day tomorrow and maybe grab a bite at the Red Queen. From there it was a day’s walk to the Coach and Horses. Provided they could raise the funds they’d be on the next coach to Altdorf and all this trouble would be behind them.