Fable - Ask Shattered Promises

[Syele Wilhart]

Syele had anticipated trouble; that much was certain. No matter how much Jast claimed to the contrary that it would only be a ruckus, as he had put it, her heart was hardly soothed. People were, at best, predictably unpredictable. Put them in large numbers, feeling owed or aggrieved, and you were asking for trouble. All it would take was one person to throw a rock or one inept city guard to throw a punch, and then...

...chaos.

They had also helped craft that powder keg, but not only that, they had marinated it in ale.

The sudden emergence of Jast into her morning was more than enough confirmation that she had been correct in her concerns of a riot. However, the sense of urgency took precedence over any irritation, the call of duty well drilled into the instincts of the former Anirian Guard as her boots hit the floor.

"Have you got everything we need?" Wilhart asked, the tone of her question laced with the ghost of her former service.

She barely waited for him to answer, assuming that Jast would, at the very least, be prepared for the eventuality they had created. Instead, Syele was already heading for the exit, the stomp of hardened leather punctuating how empty the inn was.

 

[Jast]

”I got it!” He assured Syele as he quickly rushed after her. Slinging a pack onto his back that was laden with the supplies he had set out the night before.

Rope, grappling hook, masks, a few smoke bombs, and some other gear that might come in handy. Jast wasn't exactly a professional thief, but he'd worked in the Guard long enough to pick up a few adjacent skills. Enough to know what they'd need once they got to the College.

Quickly the two of them rushed across town, making their way through busy streets until bursting out onto the thoroughfare directly in front of the school. There they found a mass of people, already some thousand strong. It was a huge crowd, and one that was growing larger by the minute. More people pouring out of adjacent streets, alleyways, and even some of the nearby buildings.

Just ahead of the crowd, at the College Gates, one could make out four nervous guards. They stood with truncheons, and behind them two figures in robes waving their hands in what was clearly an argument.

As of yet, no one was addressing the crowd, but before long it would undoubtedly be demanded.

”Well, the eyes certainly aren't going to be on us.” Jast said, trying his best to look on the bright side of the circumstances. The crowd already being three times larger than he'd ever guessed it would become. ”Come on, let's skirt along the wall towards the back.”

No doubt there would be wards upon the bricks, but he had brought something for that.

They were here in Elbion to help themselves to some…additional assistance against magic, but they weren't completely helpless on their own. With a nudge he motioned for Syele to follow as he slipped into the crown and began to push back towards the other end of the College walls.