With a final wink that mirrored Ba'ith's earlier expression, Alger 'sprinted' at a snail's pace toward the inn and victory! He estimated that the duration of the spell he had cast left him with about twelve heartbeats to get to the inn before Ba'ith would be able to come after him. That was a big call considering he was handicapped with slowing poison. He knew the effects of the poison wouldn't last too long but since he wasn't an assassin himself, he had no way of knowing for sure. A rogue's 'tools of trade' were a very tightly guarded secret.
In slowed motion, Alger ran toward the purple and gold awning that framed the entrance to the Inn. The glowing crystals that magically illuminated the elf city at night made the gold glitter and the purple shine. The awning flickered and snapped li
