9
You slip into a deserted side street, Urik tut-tutting in your ear.
‘Such noise! Such fuss! Wizard like to prove himself, eh?’
You give Urik a hard stare but resist the urge to snap back at him. ‘How are we going to get out of here?’ you mutter.
‘Who knows; start another fire perhaps?’ replies Urik, sarcastically. You turn to face Urik and begin to argue until suddenly Urik falls quiet and pales; he points behind you. You turn to see a tall shadow looming towards you out of the darkness, a huge, bloody broadsword in one hand.
