Within a few hours a caravan showed up and people began to pile in, well, those that came out of their homes that is. We got on just in time as they were about to leave since a few of the other refugees had important belongings they wanted to bring with them. "Well, we made it," I said smiling. Soon we were finally on our way out of the city, the rain still beating down over the tops of the covered carts, we were almost near the gates when I heard someone yell out, "what in Avernus is that?!" the tiefling, the half-drow woman, and I looked out and noticed four figures running along the rooftops of the nearby buildings, "Oi! You! Driver!" "W-wha?!" get this thing moving faster!" "What are you crazy? We go at a steady pace or we-" he was cut off by a dagger nearly hitting him in the face and getting stuck at the top of the cart.