Surrounded

anDrok shook his head at Khel’s ridiculous escape from his prison cell grabbing the bottle of wine out of the young nobles hand before he had a chance to drink down another large swig. “Khel, I’m glad you’re out...really I am...but have you thought this through? This is Lord Palantine...isn’t he going to...”
No sooner had the thought come to anDrok, the young nobles protector, it came to fruition. A large contingent of Lord Palantine’s Guards were just pulling up in front of the Rhennigar Townhouse both at the back door and at the large oaken front doors embossed with the faint outline of the family crest, a large black dragon in a field of silver stars.

A large burly guard in plate mail, obviously battle hardened and a giant among men approaches the door with a contingent of other Palantine’s Knights. “Open in the name of Lord Palantine. We have come to retrieve Khel Rhennigar. By force if necessary.”

anDrok looked at the Ularani, “You got him into this you filthy bugger. What now?”

Looking flush from drink the young noble staggered away from the front hall while looking over his shoulder and motioning to Dror to follow him, “my friend...would you be so good as to stall our Lordly friends and then meet us at the old farmhouse we’ve been meaning to explore just to the South of the city?”

“How are you going to get out of here now? They’re swarming like ants out there.”

“Ah, my muscle bound friend...I have a few tricks up my sleeve yet that you have not seen. Trust me...At the farm house on the morrow.”


Dror closed the trap door that led down into the short underground passageway as he was bidden by his new friend as a torch was lit from up ahead. Pulling on a backpack that was hidden in an alcove Dror and Khel travelled only a short way in the rough hewn earth that smelt of feces and wet dirt before coming to an iron ladder.

Pushing their way through the trap door the pair find themselves face to face with an elf.

“Well, well, Khel. Getting yourself in trouble I hear.”
“Yes, Foloshal, got a plan?”
“Of, course, notice the apple cart here...yes well climb in and we’ll bury you two in apples while I have the pleasure of singing to the front gate guardesmen until they let us past. Gort, your apple merchant friend here has been most helpful.”