[b][color=#a4161a]"Distance isn't an issue, I know men that could pull trick shots with longbows. They just need an elevated vantage points... I'd put archers on top of the mausoleum if I have the time, but otherwise they'll just need to scramble on top of the tombstones."[/color][/b]

[color=ec008c]"I don't think they were on the top of the mausoleum. But you are right. One archer stayed near its door, shooting at Fred effortlessly because nobody was there to guard it. One archer moved closer to ensure his arrow hit the mark, which wasn't served him well in the end. Four flankers came from the crowd, providing distraction and an element of surprise. It should had been a sound plan if someone didn't lose their nerve and throw the smoke, messing up the archer's aim. When they realized that Matilda and her lackeys were unmatched in melee combat and the King himself was no pushover, they retreated before the smoke dispersed and nobody at that time had any inkling on how and to where they escaped."[/color] 

Jazdia wiped the sweat from her forehead. [color=ec008c]"Nobody huh?"[/color] She tried to bypass the runic warding again and could only see a little bit more of that door. Apparently, it was the classic Tretagorian locking mechanism where the door can only be opened by the key with identical runes. Now here was the neat part; it can be opened from the inside with a lever. An old-age design in case the beloved ones resurrected on the seventh day like ancient messiahs, or simply to minimize accidental entombment... 

[color=ec008c]"So somebody was waiting for them behind the door, and the [i]challenge code[/i] was [i][b]'By the Blessing of the Ouroboros! We have reclaimed what is ours!'[/b][/i]"[/color]

Meanwhile at the front gate, an officer could be seen reprimanding his subordinate.
[img]https://i.ibb.co/Jq2G7KZ/Captain.png[/img]

[color=#D4AF37][b]"You fool! There is no such thing as Helvetian Daily Horn!"[/b][/color] lashed a blonde man wearing a decorated cuirass and iron gauntlets. His voice thundered like an old god described in an ancient manuscript, and rightfully so as a captain with power over his men. Tall and imposing, every aspect of his action bespoke absolute authority the guard in front of him looked like a child playing a tin man, and when his eyes fixed on the group, they glowed in immeasurable ire. 

[color=#D4AF37][b]"I will see you at the brig!"[/b][/color] he raised his index finger at that poor guard then stormed off. 

His stompings on the paved path did very little to hide his exasperation with the situation, but the man tried to appear professional; His posture was straight, and his face showed no unnecessary emotion save the tranquil rage in his eyes. When Jazdia faced the man, he asked sternly:

[color=#D4AF37][b]"Good afternoon. May I [i]insist[/i] you to explain your business in our sacred ground?[/b]"[/color]

Watch out, this sounded like a question that could earn you a one-way trip to Rascade dungeon if answered incorrectly.