"Yes my liege" said Corraidhin as he left for the door. Razhard's orders were quite confusing to him. He led the troops through the castle, muttering as he planned his course of action. "Don't kill the sexy ones, do kill the creepy-bitchy ones and their not so creepy husbands, and the halfbreed, unless you can tell them that they don't need to die, which is the most unlikely situation for the halfbreed, and bring the holy weapons once you've killed the not-sexy ones and kidnapped the sexy ones." They emerged from the palace and into the bustling streets of Windgrace. "Right, so if I was a creepy mage where would i go?" Suddenly, a bridge down the street cracked in two. "That's where" he said, and he led the soldiers toward the bridge. He got there just in time to see his prey running through the crowd on the other side. "Damn! No use following them this way." They ran along the side of the canal looking for another bridge. At long last they found one and made their way across it.