The two men who guarded the gate glanced in the direction of the other. Both gave a steadfast grunt and prepared for a fight. And from out of the darkness came a blade that stabbed clean through the gaps in their armor. One after another, the men who protected the front of Fretheim's home clattered to the ground, the Drow who had slain them unseen in the darkness as they continued around the edge of the grounds.
...
From the top floor of the mansion, Cael Fretheim stared out his bedroom window and out into the abyss that had become the perimeter of his home. Deep in his chest he could feel his heart sink as he heard the tell-tale sounds of armored bodies hitting the ground. His head hanging low, he let out a sigh.
"They're here, aren't they?" Pretayus asked at his back.
Frowning, F
