“Something is not right here”, says Valeros, looking around the marketplace. His hand moves to the hilt of his sword.
Merisiel taps his arm twice and vanishes into the crowd.
Turning, Valeros glances at the half-elven siblings. Lirianne and Seltyiel are a short distance away, heads together, whispering to each other. Valeros waves briefly to them. They nod, separate, and begin to survey the square.
The mood in the marketplace has subtlely changed. The volume of chatter is lower and the haggling merchants are less animated.
Valeros shifts his position to place his back to a wall.
A faint blue light glistens around Seltyiel’s hands.
Lirianne slowly pulls back the hammers of her flintlocks. There is a clear audible click.
For an moment, like a lull in a storm, a quiet falls over the square. Everyone seems to be holding their breath.
Merisiel appears at Valeros’s side. She is wiping a dagger on her thigh.
“There were five assassins,” she says. “The fifth got away.”