I was sleeping last night when a tapping noise disturbed me. Believe it or not it was my old friend Blade. I thought I was dreaming until he threw a knife at me. Which I got to say wakes one up pretty fast.

“What in the name off…” was my interrupted sentence. Blade is fairly good at picking locks, but knowing me so well he just passed over my lock-picking gear and I was out of there before you can say “let me out of here”.

I was half way up the stairs before I realised that Blade was not following me, and…not infront of me either.

I back tracked rapidly and caught him trying to open the ‘lads’ cell.

The elf must be nuts! “What you doing?” I hissed, “Lets get out of here!”

“We have to take him with us too.” Blade muttered, cursing at the lock.

“What!” I swore, I would have argued further, but this was not the time or the place – think about it!

Pushing him aside I opened the lock and all three, Blade and I ’shshing’ the lad all the way, made our way quietly up the stairs. Who would believe that getting out of a place was harder than getting in. It is if some fool sets off the the most obvious booby trap imagineable!

So we were on the roof hiding behind one of the biggest gargoyle statues I have ever seen. The castle gradis were rushing here and there like their heads had been chopped off.

It was looking promising until Direon stormed into the courtyard and we ducked back behind Gadgy (the gargoyle). A blast of energy hit the centre of the yard and several gradis fell dead.

“Stand still!” Direon shouted and began to chant.

“Oh no.” Blade mouthed to me. “Scrying spell” He loaded his bow with an arrow and drew back the shaft aiming for the wizard.

I knew it was a hopeless cause, arrows against someone of Direons calibur, highly unlikely, but we were only a few minutes from being detected. Deperate times loonatic measures.

It was then that I saw it and placed a hand on Blade’s ahoulder, he looked back in annoyance and saw what I was looking at. The amulet around the lad we had rescued was glowing with a soft bluish light.

The glow, though faint, grew to encompass us to. Not being fond of magic I drew away from it, but Blade grabbed hold of me and pointed down in the courtyard.

Direon had finished his spell and was standing still as if waiting for something. A few minutes passed in silence and then he exploded in rage and a bolt of fire that killed another gradis. “He has escaped!” he screamed and vanished back into the castle.