"Let's go. We're under attack." James said as he descended the steps towards their cells. Pudge worked fast, throwing each door open. "We're taking a rowboat. Don't try anything. I have a mage with me." He gestured at the top of the stairs where a short man with red cropped hair stood. Baeron.
Ray'ven had been resting lightly when suddenly she was sent hurtling forward and onto the floor by a sudden violent surge of the ship accompanied by a loud bang. Her head hit the floor hard, disorienting her even more as she sat up. Her vision danced as she tried to focus, distantly hearing Strel calling her name. Something warm dripped down the side of her face and she raised a hand, pressing it against the area that pain radiated. When she brought it back to examine, it was covered in blood.
There were shouts coming from above and the sound of heavy booted feet made its way closer to them before the doors to the room were thrown open and both Pudge and James came rushing in.
