Sitting in the conference room, waiting for some sort of signal or anything to tell them what to do, it came.
Where are you, my students? Find me, if you will.
"Alright... Master's not far now. Let's go." Raezyr said. The others nodded, as though they were about to say the same thing. Suddenly they could feel his presence, as though he'd been hiding in plain sight and had removed his cloak.
They made their way down the hall... moving as quick as they could while trying to look inconspicuous in their coveralls. They made it down the hall without notice, and then started down a stairwell when they ran into a patrol.
"You four!" The leader of the patrol called out. "What are you doing? We're in lockdown, and you can't be moving around like this without orders and an escort!"
Trychon was in front, and responded, while still moving slowly towards the patrol and down the stairs. "Well, we were staying in one spot like we're supposed to, and it was all well and good... but then those madmen showed up and started massacring guards. We were lucky to slip by without them seeing us!"
"I didn't hear a distress call..." The leader watched the four start to move past them.
Trychon shrugged at him. "We didn't wait for one or for orders... it was happening really quick. I just knew what was was away from danger and went." He picked up his pace and hurried away.
"Come on, men. Let's find these bastards." The patrol hurried up the stairs.
A few flights down, they found their Master. Still in the lead, Trychon spoke first. He saw the stump where his hand should be, but Eiron wasn't favoring it or making mention, so Trychon didn't either. "Master. We're glad you're here. The place is crawling with guards. They're spread out and could be taken easily at first, but they'd likely have found us and pinned us down while reinforcements came in. What would you have us do?"
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