“You okay?” Kilik said.
“Go!” Lorenzo ordered.
The trio hurried away from the town hall and sprinted across the snow, entering a dark alley. They stopped for a moment to catch their breaths, weapons ready in case of another encounter.
“You did it?” Kilik said.
“We did it,” Lorenzo panted. “We did it. That armoury will be nothing more than charred metal and brick. When morning comes, they’ll have almost nothing to fend us off with.”
“And what’s that you’re holding?”
“Something for Ralwyndr to look at. I’ll explain once we’re gone.”
Lorenzo turned his head to Rohesia. Silence lingered between them for a moment, one that let the echoes of panic reach them from the town hall, before the captain spoke.
“Thanks for what you did back there,” he said.
Rohesia nodded but said nothing.
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