A single horn blew out in the night, every second and half, no more, no less. Fanic clutched his coat to his chest, the eternal waiting inbetween each blow caused his heart to beat harder. He strode down the hollow and empty streets of the capital city of Caliga. He kept his head down and turned into an alleyway as across the street, two constables passed by. The held up a lantern and Fanic hoped they would not find him. They could not find him. He felt the light retreat and Fanic held his breath still until the clip-clattering of the constable's boots echoed away. Glancing around, Fanic saw no one around and so continued on. We must leave. We must leave. We must leave. He muttered this mantra in his mind and just by thinking it, he hoped it would be true. The gates would already be shut, but the catacombs beneath the city offered a path to freedom, but he had to get Tol first. The dumb crippled oaf of a Tol.
The alleyway were silent except for the hiss of steam, rats chewing in the gu