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Ryelle replaced the small blades in her boots and drew out a small collection of handkerchiefs, dunked them in a pitcher of water before covering her mouth with one and shoved the others into the hands of the pair of archers. She caught the cuff of one of her companions' shirts, unable to tell them apart in the smoke, and made her way out from behind the bar, assuming the second archer would follow and cover their retreat. The smoke was still thick but the heat had lessened, so she made for the main entrance nearly beside . Half-way across she blindly bumped into a slowly shuffling, enormous man with a greataxe. She uttered a small curse, jammed her last handkerchief into the man's hand. She looped an arm though one of his and began to pull him along, her other hand still latched onto the leading companion's sleeve.
Ryelle bit back a scream of fury when they reached the entrance only to be face to face with the highlander who'd set the building on fire. She stood there, glaring furiously and finally followed the tug on her arm to exit the fiery building, freeing her arm from the man's as she did so. Finding an empty enough space across the street, she stood coughing and watching the blaze, finally letting go of the archer she'd followed.
Ryelle bit back a scream of fury when they reached the entrance only to be face to face with the highlander who'd set the building on fire. She stood there, glaring furiously and finally followed the tug on her arm to exit the fiery building, freeing her arm from the man's as she did so. Finding an empty enough space across the street, she stood coughing and watching the blaze, finally letting go of the archer she'd followed.