Starhl
Krug crouches in the shadows, keen eyes and ears scanning the now night-shrouded forest. A light wind trails through the pines, filling the night sky with an eerie keening. The sounds of night are broken abruptly by the blat of an orc horn directly ahead. Orcs! Several of them are moving directly ahead toward Caft, their harsh, deep voices resounding through the forest. Shock troops, obviously sent to keep stragglers from leaving the village.
As Starhl decides what to do, his ears pick up someone running through the forest seveal yards away. Someone fleeing Caft! And headed straight for the orcs.
Brian
Brian flees through the forest as quietly as possible, but the low hanging pine boughs and lose stone and fallen trees make silent movement impossible. Brian only makes it a few tens of yards into the forest when an orc horn blats in front of him. Orcs! Coming toward him!
Kaela and Reznik
As Reznik and Kaela descend into the cellar, Aislinn shrinks slightly from their approach. Father? She calls, her lower lip trembling. Hush child! Uriel whispers. Uriel immediately lowers the floorboards, leaving the cellar in darkness, broken only by the light filtering through the gaps between the floorboards above.
Reznik kneels and tugs at the small wooden door. The door gives slightly, but jams, the wood swollen in the slightly humid summer air. Reznik begins to tug again as the thud of hobnailed boots resounds above and the inn door is thrown open with a slam.
A deep voice booms, Who is Uriel, Caft's leader?
Does Reznik dare force the jammed door open?