Laying Traps

As the fugitives marched deeper into the forest, Ceriden felt a wicked smile overcome his countenance as Sabina asked why he hadn't disposed of Gareth's previous outfit. "Dear Sabina, I hope they try to use those clothes to try and track us. You see, I placed an explosive trap beneath the bloody rags, and if our hunters bring in some hounds to try to pick up a scent off those clothes, the outfit, the dogs, and hopefully the handlers as well should all go up in flames and buy us some much needed time."

They continued to flee in what Ceriden hoped was a fairly straight line away from the city. About ten minutes into their flight, Ceriden raised a finger and came to a stop. "Hold up a minute," he said, breathing heavily. "I need to keep these blighters on their toes." Ceriden then placed another explosive sigil behind them and covered it with dirt and leaves.

Having caught his breath, Ceriden broke into a jog again. He was starting to get a headache from the extensive amount of magic he was using, and it was only going to get worse before the end of the day. Ceriden still had one more trick up his sleaves to try to throw Commander Styliane's goons off their trail, but this would likely burn out his magic reserves.