As Fyr and Dal missed their shots at the running leader assassin, he ran, armed with Fyr's family heirloom and a certain camel from the stables.

The next hours passed in a blur for the party. The town's guards came almost as soon as the assassin escaped and promptly arrested the group, taking them for questioning.

In the following days, they were released with apologies and provided healing, as the confusion regarding who initiated the attack was cleared by a certain miner friend of Fyr's.

Ashe did her best not to reveal anything about their destination, their purpose, or even where they came from. Yet, she wasn't so sure about her colleagues.

Upon being released, the group arrived at Samara's cart, now without a trusty camel to talk to. It was the first time after days.

"[Color=gold]So... we're all alive. Ain't that lucky? Cause let me tell you, that's what we were. Lucky to be alive. Samara, looks like your camel is gone, and between it and the days that passed... I don't think we'll have any chance to catch the assassin [/color]"she said with a weak smile, not that they could see it behind her mask, but it was the best consolation she could offer.