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At the Seahorse he drew his crossbow, putting the crappling-hook on it. Within seconds he was on top of the building, silently moving, listening for any sounds from below, telling him where the prince was. After some time he had found him. According to the sounds he was alone. He remembered the floo...

The people, guards, soldiers and common folk, ran like sheep chased by a pack of wolves. Carrying buckets and bottles in the pathetic attempt to control the flames. The man, wearing a hood and carrying a small crossbow under his cloak, jumped from the roof of the workshop, walking north, near the gu...

The timing was perfect. Sunrise was at hand, the guards let their attentiont down, relaxing from another night without any happenings. The young guard at the eastern gate was just stretching his neck as he realized the barrel above his head. Someone placed it there at night, right ontop of the inner...