O Emira, Where Art Thou?

[Idrial]

Idrial let go of his arm as he pushed her forward, and she tore her attention from him. It took her a moment to find Envin in the chaos and mist, but when she did spot his burly form, she raced after him. She could hear Vilik's footsteps behind her, but she focused herself not to concentrate on them. What had they done?! If all of the Rohirrim were after them, there was very little chance that the group would escape. But then, where was the strange mist coming from?

Idrial looked down as the green air swallowed her feet. If it wasn't for Envin running before her, she was almost sure she would have disappeared into some empty pit. Soon, the yelling behind began to lessen, and a bit of light appeared ahead. Idrial slowed to a stop as they reached the prison's exit. What now? She stayed behind Envin and glanced over her shoulder as Vilik came up from behind. "What have you done?" she demanded, her brown gaze alternating between the two men.

[Envin]

Envin did not stop his running, but kept bounding forward, giving Idrial a glance as he ran. "We did naught to deserve such treatment, and if the guards received ill at our hands, well they were too lazy to see it coming, now weren't they?" He grinned and ran, Idrial and Vilik close behind. He had seen the mist and its activity with his own eyes, and heard the hissing voice. The presence of Gaurwyn in all this mischief unsettled him, but he was a man of practical intent. One set upon a course, in this instance reaching Edoras and getting the hell out of Rohan, he pursued it with vengeance.

The only thing that nagged his mind was the fact that all the players had met again, but as yet the white-haired fellow whom he had correctly deduced to be Dindaedel had as of yet not returned. Edoras was nearing in the distance, and though Envin was never one to shirk from a good scrap, he did not overly wish to share combat with Dindaedel.

[Anwyn]

Never in her young life had Anwyn seen the city in such a state of utter chaos, she nearly wished she had the time to simply back and enjoy it, and perhaps she maybe given reason to smile upon this memory later but the truth also reamined that it was she who was responsible for settling at it.

"Cease this nonsense" she had thundered, all around her the guards had stopped midstep, seemingly amazed that she could speak so loudly, she held herself high shoulders back for she demanded the attention of those around her '"Find them, and bring them before me and I shall deal with whomever is responsible personally" Though she was still slightly bemused, this was the persona she found herself adapting at times for they would not take a ruler that was doubled over in laughter as seriously as they would the one that stood tall and regal before them. Armed with spears, they had there orders to apprehend but not harm, Anwyn dispised unnessacary violence but would be the first to answear the call if it was nessacary, and only then.

[Vilik]

By all luck it seemed their crafty plan had worked. The road ahead was clear and behind them the Rohirrim were blocked by the supernatural mist which still lingered. They needed only now to reach Envin's steed and be gone for good. Vilik sprnited past Envin, who's heavy armor slowed him and Idrial, who looked as if she was unsure as to why she was even fleeing. He looked back over his shoulder at them and grinned, "Hurry up, I don't know if I can spring you again..." The paladin's determined face did not waver and Idrial shot him a blood curdling look. He laughed to himself as he rounded the corner.

His laughter was short lived. As he turned he came face to face with a patrol of Rohirrim on horseback, spears lowered before them. He slid to the ground as he tried to reverse his direction, falling face first into the dirt. He lifted his head just in time to see Idrial and Envin rounded the corner themselves, halting at the sight of the patrol. Vilik dropped his head in defeat as their pursuers rounded the bend a split second later, boxing them in.

[Envin]

Envin gulped when he saw the party of horsemen, but Vilik's craftiness had infected the paladin. The Rohirrim were dust-covered and travel-worn, and with any luck had been far afield for several days and were now returning.

"Please aid us!" he called to them. "There are horse thieves about, your whole guard down at the camp is chasing them! One is a tall fellow about my height, and the other is slender like my roguish friend here, and the latter threw a knife at us as he tried to help catch them! They are down the street behind us a little way - we want nothing to do with them anymore! Surely you shall be rewarded if you hunt them down."

He tried his best not to breathe heavily after his lie, hoping the horsemen would fall for his trick.