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All he could hear was the talking between the prisoners, and the roar of the rioting crowd. Nox grimaced a bit, listening the insults spewing, the screaming and cries for murder, and the beat of a-

Wait...what?

He focused a bit, sifting through the sounds until the beat could be heard again. Glancing around, the werewolf noted some guards were more tense than others, gripping their weapons, helmeted heads shifting from left to right..

Thud. Dum-chak.

Pause.

Thud. Dum-chak.

Pause. Dum-chak.

Thud. Dum-chak.

The drum pounded away, then halted. Now what could that even mean-

The hiss of steel gliding along leather could be heard as guard turned on guard. About half of the force guarding the caravan buried their blade in their comrades' bodies, knocking them aside and shouting something about a regime collapsing so a new one could rise. Suddenly, the throng of religious zealots was divided in two as one group went after others, causing a slaughter.

All Nox saw was an opportunity to escape. Shown by the werewolf moving forward, away from the bars as a soldier was thrown against it to be stabbed and left for dead.

"...did not see this coming." Echion muttered, watching the bloodshed in muted horror. This may be their chance to escape, but all this waist of life was appalling to the elf...

"What did we get ourselves into...?"