They have weapons, retreat to your room#102

You back up to your room and quickly bolt the door.
Great, now what?
There’s a small window between the beds.
You push the cots aside as the pounding starts at the door. The thick, bubbled glass doesn’t move. The window is fixed in place.
“Fairy piss,” you curse.
The pounding grows, the hinges starting to give on the door.
“Knife in the chest or heights.” You panic. “Crap, crap, CRAP!”
Grabbing a blanket and holding it over the glass, you strike it with an elbow. It shatters and before you change your mind, scramble out onto the roof. It’s a long way down, but luckily, with the carved logs…not too hard to climb. You crawl to the corner of the building and shimmy down.
Within minutes, you’re on the ground and back in the great hall. You run to Dorbane’s booth.
Pushing him over, you pull the small red curtain across the opening.
Moments later, the two men scamper down the stairs and out the front doors.
“Friends of yours?” asks Dorbane.
“Wha? No. No,” you answer, peering out of the curtain and sighing relief.
“Well they sure seem to know you.”
You look at your friend curiously, “How could that be? I’ve never been to this city before…and I certainly don’t know who those men are!”
Dagan leans over the table and jabs the surface with his index finger, “The small one is Corey…but we didn’t hear the other one’s name. They mentioned use and if we heard right, they’re looking for a way to get back at you for ruining their plans.”
You beam a smile to both of them, “Then let’s go ruin them again.”

You leave Valda laying, unconscious, on her plate.

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