Soon, they began to see the night-darkened buildings of the quiet town. By day, Port Sarim was alive and bustling, but at night nothing stirred. Sometimes, the odd smuggler ship sailed in, but it was rare. A handful of flickering torches cast light along the still streets.
Saine darted into the shadows. "Where do we go?" he panted.
"Pen...insula..." Logaen gasped, out of shape and out of breath.
Saine clasped his arm tightly and dragged him along, their booted heels pounding along the flagstones of the streets.
"See them?"
"Harr! They's runnen' down the street!" Bloodthirsty guards raced on their tail. Logaen and Saine thundered past the jail and through the knee-high grass onto the towering bluffs that formed the famed cliffs of the Port Sarim Peninusula.
"Where, brother?" Saine demanded. Logaen took the lead, stumbling to his knees and rolling through the grass. He was nearly sobbing with fright and exhaustion. Fumbling fingers tore at a concealed trap door, and it swung open.
"Quick!" Logaen hurtled through it, falling down to collapse in the dirt of the cavern. Saine barely avoided landing on him as he tumbled down behind his brother.
He glanced up, seeing the glittering stars high above. "We need to shut the trapdoor!" He exclaimed. He glanced frantically, around, his eyes alighting on a rickety ladder that climbed up into the shadows to the trapdoor.
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