The Emperor of Solmaria

Dylan had slept through most of the previous day's happenings, secure that the others in the group weren't stupid enough to alert the guards and cause them to attack.

When he awoke, he stretched, and sat upright, rubbing his eyes.

Is it time to go yet?
 

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Lenya asks Midnight to approach the elves and tell them, that a mixed group of nonhumans, including some of their own kin, is escaping the city soon, and ask them, whether they would be willing to help, by creating a diversion for the guards for example.
 


Now that has seen the light outside, Dar's longing for sunshine doesn't let him sleep well. He feels a strange cold within, that only the caresses of the sun could warm away. He wakes up tired, sweaty and taciturn, yet, as always he cares about his friends before himself, and goes at the crate to lend Xanthas a hand.
 

OOC: SUre, go ahead and FILL those slots for spells, but, of course, you would not have had time to research new spells, not that you asked.


Midnight comes back a short time later, and says They said alot of things, but basically they said 'no'.
 

“We'll have to live with their decision. Oh, I sent Midnight to ask those elves in the forest over there, behind the guards, if they were willing to help us, but they declined. They probably don't want to arouse attention. So, do we just jump into the river and swim to the other side now?”
 

Nodding along with Lysana's suggestion, Dylan pipes up, I think the lady has made a fine offer. Avoidance of a problem is always the best way to solve one! He looks at the others gathered, with a hopeful expression
 


If everyone feels like it's dark enough already to try going unnoticed, let's take our stuff and prepare to go. But we may consider a diversion to attract the guards' attention somewhere else for a couple of minutes.
 

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