William was walking around in the city. The Silver Banners rose high on the stone, marble houses of the city. Every street was crowded and only the dark and cold alleyways were clear. The sun was setting slowly and it was only but a matter of time before the moon hides the sun and day becomes night. William was walking with the crowd slowly towards the marketplace to see the good o’l news board in hopes that there would be a new bounty that he could collect for the week.
Once he reached the marketplace he at first couldn’t see the news board due to the massive crowd of people trying to finish their shopping and going home after they finished getting the goods they wanted. It only took him to push himself out of the crowd and into the open again to reach the news board, only to see what appeared to be a Templar, fresh from the academy in the usual armor. Slowly Brickmann walked towards the News board and started to read the papers on it in hopes for a good and easy bounty.
The tavern was relatively warm for it having holes and it being a windy day. Athridor was one of many who were hiding for their lives from the Templars and Witch hunters. A variety of races were in the same secret room as him, able to see what was going on in the tavern and there was even a second and third room for the secret hideout. It was relatively roomy and well-built for such a room but still it couldn’t be perfect. The walls were thick but a noise could still be heard from the hidden room. The wood was old and brown in this place and it was crowded by the variety of races. There was only a single small table in the room and a pipe that connected to the fireplace so they could get warmth. All they had to do was wait for the day to end and the night to start so they could go to the safety of the elven lands. They are almost through the hell the humans have created, and so close to their guaranteed freedom. All they had to do was waiting for a short bit of time.
Everyone was scared but also glad to still be living thanks to the kindness of the Innkeeper. Ale was passed around every now and then and it was almost like a small party. The others talked and at times told stories, though most stayed silent and talked about simple things like what they hope to gain from going to the elven lands and what they plan on doing once there. Adrithor was one of the few who stayed silent and drank his cup of water. Suddenly a loud crash of ceramic shattering was heard in the room. Everyone’s face turned grim and it was now dead silent in the room. Not even a second after someone’s voice was heard. “Hello, is anyone there?” Adrithor’s heart was now pounding in his chest and his eyes widened. It was almost guaranteed that they were caught and soon, executed if the he was a Templar. All it took was one slip up, and everyone would be slaughtered like sheep in that room.