Taking the opening as their moment to escape from the chaos surrounding them and the murder in the marketplace, the four friends sprinted out of the warehouse and through the now-thinned crowds, twisting and turning down alleys and sidestreets, using all their knowledge of the backroads of Setras Ra to lose the city guards who pursued them. It was a harrowing business, once turning down an alley only to find that the way ended in the mudbrick rear of another building. That cost them precious time, and they emerged from the alley to see the guards only a scant hundred yards away. A renewed burst of speed opened the distance once more, and it was with great relief that the friends realized there had been no pursuit for the last three or four corners.
At last free to compose themselves and discuss what they had seen, they made their way to a dingy public house, pausing only to buy ragged cloaks from a poor street merchant who was pushing his cart up and down the ways. These they used to cover over their clothing, especially any bloodstains. Given that when they pushed through the rotted old cloth that served as a door, most of the other patrons of the establishment were dressed in similarly nondescript ways, they were barely remarked upon at all. Although they did note a profusion of visible, and most likely invisible, weaponry amongst the drinkers.
Making their way to a table in the corner, they bought a round of drinks, much needed after the overly exciting activities of the day. Although they were also hungry, it nearly being time for the dinner bell, it was decided it was best not to eat whatever food a place such as this might serve. Boiled rat did not appeal to their palettes.
"So, now what do we do? That was a little too public for the guards to just ignore murders, like they usually do." Cantra was already a good third of the way through her beer after a long pull at the ceramic mug.
