It is 2:00 A.M. and Bill is asleep in his bed. A pounding at the front door of the inn awakens him. He slowly gets out of bed and grips the hilt of his sword. He moves slowly to the window groggy and rubbing his eyes. He puts his hand on the window shade and hears the pounding again. He slowly pears out and sees 3 black horses, with riders in black robes, long, silver blades dangling at their sides, pounding at the door. Finally, the one pounding at the door turns to the two others. Bill lifts his window up and tries to listen to the language, but it sounds like gibberish to him. Suddenly, the door opens. The first cloaked figure does quickly moves his hand to his sword, unsheathes it, and kills whoever it was standing at the opening of the inn.
Bill stares wide eyed. He laces his hilt around his waist, and slips on an over shirt and bursts out his door. He quickly wakes the others and hurries them to his room. He goes to a corner and pulls out a floor board. \"Get in, stay quiet\", he says. Some are dazed and tired but he tells them to stay quiet, and they do so. They crawl under the floor, and Bill pulls the board back into place. He tells them to spread out and hurries to a corner. Two swords, a dagger, and an axe in the corner. He hands them to his friends, they ask why he had them there, and he says he suspected spies after a drunkard was talking to a few burly looking men and his eyes were darting from the men to them and back several times.
They spread out and stay quiet. They hear footsteps in the hallway. The gibberish is heard again, and they hear swords stabbing into something, then they hear them sliding their swords back in the hilts of the mysterious hooded figures.
Bill moves to a crack in the floor just as the door busts open. The figures come in and look around. They speak gibberish, and then they shriek. The others and Bill can hear the sound of the swords being pulled out of their hilts. They raise their swords above their heads and begin stabbing the floor.
They are all startled, and one sword cuts off a hair from Whitti\'s head. The others roll around furiously dogging the blades. The hooded figures obviously heard them because a hand cracked threw the floor and the others looked at it. Bill was about to slice it off but the hand cuffed and went back up, pulling off a board. A foot swung down kicking other boards away. Bill signaled to the others and they all pushed up and broke the floor. The hooded figures acted immediatly and tried to kill them.
Larien swings his axe and cuts off two fingers of one of the figures. Bill swings his sword around and tells the others to go. He ran after them and down the stairs. They were close to the door but suddenly a few more figures burst threw the door. They turned back but the other figures were starting down the stairs. The group turned back down stairs and ran to their right avoiding the newly arived figures. There was a window behind the bar, and as they were running towards it arrows shot threw the air. They lept over the counter and took cover. Whitti threw his sword threw the window and lept out followed by the others. Whitti picked up his blade, and the others ran to thiers horses who were tied up around back. They cut their ropes off and jumped onto them and they sped off. As they rode off Bill looked back, and he saw the black figures on their horses and were galloping toward them.
