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"There are clerics that can heal you if you are truly hurt. Stop with your tricks and don't attempt any funny business while you are under escort!" the small man bellowed, put off by watching the monk lean on [i]air[/i] as he mocked them. The Red Wizards busied themselves with spells, probing the monk for any protective or offensive magic, but finding none. Kaylee eluded their attention with a practiced ease, the sword still invisible and seemingly immaterial as the guards passed right through it.

The burly guards surrounded Keystone, grunting insults or words of gratitude, Keystone couldn't tell. When the monk hesitated, they didn't tarry to nudge him ahead. The procession moved rapidly through the streets, the guards and wizards wasting no words on their prisoner-in-all-but-name, but Keystone did feel the healing glow of a spell wash over him when the battlefield, with the most onlookers, vanished behind them.

A large castle loomed in front of Keystone, a fortress that even the most clever thief would find a challenge to enter. Many flags flew on its towers, and many more guards were standing in front of the building, unblemished by fights or weather.

The group passed a couple of dark alleys on the way to the castle, and Keystone could feel Kaylee goading him to tear away from the escort and bolt into the alleys. Several more such opportunities would present themselves before the group reached the castle.

Many eyes were upon the moving group, but none of them matched the intensity of a pair that seemed to bore right through Keystone to focus on the illusion that only he and the monk could see. The sound of gritting teeth carried far down the alley, but the source was no longer there when the procession passed it.