Kevin grit his teeth hard enough to crack the muscles in his jaw. This had been a righteous disaster. "Back into the cart!" He shouted, donning his helmet again, "We're leaving." Both of the knight below Lefonderous looked backwards, confused and irritated. Erik looked back up at Lefonderous for a moment, only to see the man smiling, and motioning his head towards Kevin.
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	"Back to the stables, ye old ass,"[/i] He mouthed, pulling himself back into the building. Erik's partner has already made his way back to the caravan, but something in the absent-minded soldier's mind clicked in all the wrong ways, forcing him into the first floor of the civilian building. He charged towards the door, and slammed it with his shoulder, knocking it wide open with ease. [i]The back door,[/i] Erik thought, rushing through the messy living quarters with little regard for the dining room setup in his way. The table and chairs crashed to the ground as he stampeded forward, waiting for Lefonderous to find his way down the stairs.

	The crowd had begun to disperse quickly as the water fell. Nothing squelched mild unrest quite like [i]magical rain.[/i] Especially when it dropped in particularly massive bunches. Kevin had already made his way to the front of the caravan, forcing the horses into action. In only a few minutes, the massive wagon was moving, and headed for the town's main road. Erik and Ferdinand, along with the sudden influx of heavy rain, were left behind.

	The rain didn't stop falling, even after Lefonderous had left. Although it wasn't obvious, the real culprit hadn't been the boastful man, but rather, an accomplice of his, hiding in they granary that sat on the opposite end of the plaza. He watched carefully from a crack in the wall, drinking slowly from an ornate silver cup every few seconds. When he caught a glimpse of the knights taking leave though, the man quickly propelled himself from the wall, and casually made his way into the crowd, using the panic as cover. Hopefully nobody would take notice of the man, sipping away at his little stemless cup, as he moved to notify somebody else at the gathering. But as he moved forwards, he was pushed aside by a panicked civilian. He spun around, caught himself, and began stepping backwards cautiously... Only to trip over Isolde's body, landing hard on his back with a loud [i]thud.[/i] He dropped his cup, and it rolled away with a series of metallic [i]clinks[/i], as he rolled over and clutched his head with one hand. He landed awkwardly, and bruised his skull. The sudden disorientation kept him from doing much of anything. He wobbled in place, in a daze, waiting for his vision to reorient himself, but the rush of footsteps and falling rain did little to help the process along.