Flushed out

Amalu led the group towards the docks. Shalia saw as they approached what looked like a small two story home that clearly had seen better days in a clearly deprieved area of the city. She saw as the on the shadows across from the building several deal robes had gathered watching it intently. The hovel had just one door and a flat roof like most Ozainae buildings. Adjacent to it was another larger structure, dilapidated and abandoned, opened to the elements.

She saw a man across from her group signalling to Amalu, sharply, pointing to the first floor and a small opened window. The leader of the Brotherhood nodded and raised his hand. Everywhere she looked she saw men and women readying their weapons. It was clear he believed this was indeed where the woman that had attacked was staying judging by the numbers he brought forward.

When is hand dropped a man from the shadows move forwards carrying what seemed like a jug of clay. Behind him a woman notched an arrow that her companion set fire to.

The jug was throw high into the air curving slightly into the open window, follow led immediately by the flaming missile...

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Voah and Gonyaul were glad to be back in the relative safety of their hideout. The revelation of this evening on the forefront of both their minds.

Gonyaul would had already removed his garments, save for his long skirt like pants, his upper body bleached skin tattoos visible; most of which was almost dry from the dry cool air. His hair was rebraided in a celebratory style due to his joy of seeing Islana again.

He looker happy and was talking to Voah about what just happened, who in turn kept her counsel to herself seeing him prancing around the small place like a little dancing bunny trying to contain his excitement.

Suddenly something flew through the window with a large crash and pieces of pottery flew in all directions. They both turned to see a pool of liquid spread across the floor. Before they could make any sense of what had just happened, a flaming arrows came flying through the window clattering on the wet floor.

A woosh was heard and the floor caught fire spreading and lapping quickly across their camp, bedding and tent.