[color=fff200][i]On another street in Jeorva...[/i][/color]

A torrent of screams erupted from the crowd of onlookers Brande's stunt had acrewed. Zanna staggered to follow him, her face buried in her elbow to shield herself from the heat. 

"After them!" Shuzug yelled out behind them, still recovering from the blast. His cry was accompanied by a high pitched whistle to alert any other orcs that were nearby. 
 
"We- we have to hide!" Zanna gasped. 

As Brande rounded the corner, he would notice the Academy in the distance. Students continued to trickle out the door and down the steps. Near the rear of the building there nestled a small garden shack, cloaked in ivy vines and autumn leaves that had fallen from the trees that surrounded it. The shack possessed a single window that was too covered in grime to see into from a distance. 

Further down the street stood a second pair of orc guards. Their heads craned to look over the crowded street-- obviously on the alert, but not yet informed about who it was they were seeking. Zanna's eyes grew wide at the sight of them and the sound of her breath grew uneven and strained. Her auburn hair was sticking to her neck and cheek. Within Brande's hand, her wrist became clammy and cold.