Brannor had nearly freed all the slaves when two hurried pairs of steps rushed towards the slave tent. The front flaps flew open, and though the man could not see the man who had done so he was familiar enough with the voice that declared "I [b]knew[/b] it!" that he knew their time to be short. It was investigator Krets. And the other voice that answered him, that he knew better. A voice that boomed with the force of its owner's ancestry. A voice belonging to a certain half-dragon.

[color=0076a3]"Yes indeed, investigator. We should have taken action sooner, in that you are right",[/color] Cyanwrath conceded before raising his voice to a shout: [color=0076a3]"TO ARMS! NOBODY LEAVES THE CAMP! THE SLAVES ARE RUNNING, AS IS THE CHAMPION I FOUGHT ONLY A NIGHT AGO!"[/color]

It took no more. Where the interest had previously been in the fire raging in the kobold slums, one of the wearers of purple grabbed all that attention without difficulty, the humanoid cult members and hirelings now starting to gather towards the exit. The clock was ticking. They would either make it or break it within the next two minutes. Thankfully, they were already close to being out by this point. Only four people stood in their way, spotting those that attempted the skulk through the shadows. "Halt! Who goes there?" their apparent leader, dressed in very similar manner to the dragonclaw by the name of Stern earlier.

Getting through might be possible without a fight, just slipping through the guards, but that would both prove extremely difficult for the one helping the monk and more or less doom the slaves. Or they could fight their way through, banking on the fact that they would have the time to do so before reinforcements arrive. Or perhaps they would choose to do something completely different? Time was of the essence, decisions needed to be made.

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The party has had the chance to reassemble themselves. You are currently approaching from the East, through a path less travelled and aiming straight for the plains outside. Unfortunately, a roadblock of four enemies has formed itself before you, between makeshift walls of wooden spikes and boxes.

Ladies and gentlemen... ROLL... FOR... [b]INITIATIVE![/b]
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