“Milady!”
A wave of panic instantly drowns Karis’ half-sleep into full uprise. The sudden hold on her shoulders gently pulls her up from the cold wood of the deck.
As her eyes open, she saw the scarred face of one of her retainers, Gikled.
“We must move for now milady” the man said with respect. “They are getting near us”
She immediately knew who he was referring.
As the huge commotion in the Alatyr Sient begun with a part of its wall broken, her small company made haste to use the pandemonium—the panic and fear of the crowd to slip unnoticed inside the breached city.
They all passed as civilians, not one even casting a second glance at them as they have glamoured themselves in a simple spell—darkening the color of their pale hair, and changing their bright red or maroon eyes to
