The Sundered Arms

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Even hindered by his skirts, Devis quickly outran everyone.

"Wait until I get my hands on that half-elf," growled Tordek as he watched the bard vanish down the dark street. No matter how he pumped his thick dwarven legs, the predominantly human mob at his back drew ever closer. Their murderous shouts grew louder than the clanking of his plate armor, and he could almost feel the heat of their torches on the back of his neck.

With a stride even shorter than Tordek's, the halfling Lidda ran at his side. In her lightweight leathers, she could have easily left him behind, but she remained loyally at his side. Despite their peril, she could not suppress a grin as she shot back, "That's what got us into this mess in the first place, hero!"

"Let's…not…talk about it," panted Tordek. "And I told you… never to call…me that!"

If the townsfolk caught up to them, Tordek knew Devis would escape while he and Lidda suffered their full wrath.

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