Snippet #8944

Rindo had basically taken note of every nook and cranny he had access to in this town. The sun was already beginning to set. It was getting late. Time to head back, I guess... He jaunted away from the market place and across the center of town. He heard movement. A lot of movement, about ten or twenty people moving at the same time. Sensing trouble, he hid in an alleyway and peered out. It was their airship. The guards had assembled and are now transporting it on a large cart towards the castle. Rindo sighed. There goes our ticket out...

He looked around. It seemed none of the guards were looking for them right now. But their presence here was definitely known now. Once the guards had left, Rindo started heading towards the inn, trying to look as casual as possible. Though that itself was somewhat difficult, as most of the streets were basically deserted. "Maybe there's a curfew..." He surmised. No surprise either. With a town under such heavy rule, it was only expected. He hurried his pace towards the inn, towards Ben.

He reached the old inn in a matter of minutes. Rindo rushed up the stairs, and opened the door. He looked inside, and saw that it was empty. He made sure he had the right room. Sure enough, he had opened room 3. And Ben was nowhere to be found. Rindo sighed. "Just what in the world are you doing..." Rindo shut the door and hurried down the stairs, and out the inn, not realizing Ben was actually still in there. He tried hiding in whatever shadow he could find, as it was already night time. Rindo needed to find Ben soon, or who knows what they'd do to him. After all, Rindo felt partially responsible for bringing here in the first place. At least, this was what Rindo's thought process was at the time.