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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rune" data-source="post: 145408" data-attributes="member: 67">Session 2, part 1I run.Looking back, I can see an unearthly green glow coming from the eyes of the scarecrow’s burlap face.  I see Jared’s form tense in the darkness for a brief moment before he mechanically turns and runs toward me.  The scarecrow slowly, almost imperceptively, rustles through the corn—or through my imagination.I head to my hut, drop off the halfling, and wake up Maialin.  We soak some rags in oil and wrap them about a number of our arrows and crossbow bolts.  There is a slight scratching at my door—or, perhaps, it is only the wind.  The three of us keep watch outside of the hut in shifts of three hours, two at a time, for the duration of the night.Before dawn, we wake the halfling and dine on leftover (rum) stew that Toady has heated for us.  I tell him to stay inside today (he is only too happy to oblige) and to let no one through the door until my return.  Jared, Maialin, Fruff, and I head to the Southern gate of Lake View to meet Dexerion and Virian, where we learn that they were visited during the night by a man with an urgent message for Jared, from a man identified as “Mr. P.”  Virian apparently told the man that we would be heading for the Northwestern gate an hour after sunrise.  At least his heavy drinking did not dull his wits too much.I caution Jared in the old Cant that I’ve never heard of a more likely ambush.  Jared agrees, but feels that he must take the risk.  I understand.  As an afterthought, Virian mentions that the messenger was “not a member of the royal entourage.”  Now where did Virian learn to speak a little Cant?  We’ll have to be more careful.  Jared decides that he should take the name, “Garret,” while he his on this pillar.  Maialin sees the sense in this course of action and takes the name of “Elah.”  I wonder why they waited this long to assume new identities.I chat with the guards at the Southern gate for a little while and learn that Father Mehmet, a priest of Shimdar, the Sun god, and a member of the Council, did not appear in the parade.  Something is amiss.  We’ll have to shelve this problem for a little while, however; Jared insists that we meet the messenger at the Northwestern gate.We discuss our approach and it is decided that Virian and Dexerion should walk in front of the rest of us.  I tell them not to worry, “You won’t be able to see us, but we’ll be there.”  Virian is given Jared’s mirror and asked to cast a simple magick to reflect a small red light on the messenger, so that Jared would be able to identify the man.One hundred and fifty feet behind the point, Jared casually strolled along.  Another hundred and fifty feet back, Maialin and I hug to the shadows, keeping pace.  Our bows are in hand.Up ahead, Virian strikes up a conversation with the messenger, during which he casts his minor magick.  Jared gives Maialin and myself a hand-sign to tell us that we should stay put as he advances.  We keep pace.The messenger leads Jared and his companions into an alley.  Maialin and I keep pace.  The messenger hands Jared a dirt-caked envelope.  I can’t help but think, Don’t open the letter.  Don’t open the letter, but my mental warning is fruitless.  Jared opens the letter.A glowing snake leaps from it, wraps itself around his neck, strikes, and disappears.  We are betrayed!And the messenger is not alone.</blockquote>

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