Out of nowhere, a tree near the center of the town erupted into flames. It was a diversion! In just a couple of minutes, the harbor was completely clear of guards, all of them running to the most obvious point of excitement and possible crime.
Nildi peered towards the smithy as he struggled with the second mooring rope, but he could not see the wizards. Then with a mad dash, three tall, robed shapes erupted from behind the building and ran like the wind towards him.
Almost immediately, a piercing whistle was blown, followed by shouts of “Over there,” “There they are!” and “Get ‘em lads!” At least twenty guards started to converge on the southern dock, all yelling threateningly, though it was clear from the sidelong glances that none of them actually relished the prospect of arriving first. Pounding down the jetty, a few yards ahead of their pursuers, Zavistic and his two cohorts leapt into their faithful boat just as Nildi cast away the second line and pushed off into the sea.
Once afloat, there was a mad scramble on board while Lavrus tried to unfurl the sail, and Devlin and Zavistic faced the guards lined up on the dock, gesticulating as if ready to hurl lethal incantations at them at a moment’s notice. Meanwhile, Nildi grabbed an oar and paddled furiously, trying to distance the boat from the pier.
“Confuse them!” muttered Devlin, “they’re preparing archers.”
Sure enough, a few of the guards had short bows on their backs, which they were rapidly loading. Devlin and Zavistic hurled curses of confusion at their aggressors as fast as they could, but neither sorcerer had the aptitude of Lavrus for the mind magics. A few guards had dropped their weapons and were staring blankly at the waves, or were running around in circles, pointing at random objects, but several bowmen still remained. A volley of six arrows flew towards them, two of which glanced off the hull of the boat.
~continued~
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