The sound of war horns in the air reverberated across the oasis, quickly bringing an end to the chaos that had just begun.
Soldiers in attack poses were forced to hold themselves back as no one was certain which reinforcements had arrived first.
For me, the horns were the final nail in the coffin of my plan to escape undetected while the three companies battled it out.
Although I did trust the Lord of Stars to hold his part of the bargain, I was still in favor of escaping without owing him anything, least of all the scent of the Trickster Pavilion's Patriarch. Especially now that I knew he was this generation's sense knight of smells.
Sadly, the incoming reinforcements now made that impossible. If they were aligned with the other two lords, then we would need Chris Pint's help to breakthrough them. If they were his reinforcements then there would be no escaping either. It was a lose-lose scenario either way.
