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There was no resistance after that.
Barely breathing hard, Arryl looked for the victim. It
did not surprise him when he found no one. The
unfortunate had likely crawled off as soon as he had been
able to do so. Arryl could not blame the man. There were
few whose courage and abilities matched those of a
Solamnic Knight.
Arryl was just debating what to do with his two charges
when a group of armed soldiers, obviously the city guard,
appeared at the end of the alley.
"What goes on here?" asked another man, stepping
forward. Unlike the others, he wore the robes of the
priesthood.
"These men were beating another. I ordered them to
surrender, but they chose to attack ME instead."
The soldiers began to filter into the alley. Several men
reached the two dazed assailants and half-dragged the limp
forms away. The cleric, meanwhile, ordered a torch
brought so that he might better survey the scene. After
observing the alley and the weapons dropped by Tremaine's
adversaries, the cleric turned his attention to the waiting
knight. Seen by the flickering light of the torch, the priest's
pale face and emaciated countenance made him look like a
week-dead corpse.
"Why did you not call the guardsmen?"
"They wouldn't have arrived in time
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