Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

-- No-no-no! Not the leader... Yes-yes! We can't linger here.
The back alley is empty. Arno emerges from the shack, clutching a vial of unknown liquid in his hand. He's holding up well for a man who was stabbed in the stomach – even too well: a bloodthirsty smile, a springy step, and fire in his eyes.
-- I think that's all the evidence. It's a shame that one escaped – she's probably raising the alarm in that snake pit right now. We need to finish them off. Tonight. Do you understand?! -- he suddenly shouts at the guards, who jump.
-- We need to cordon off the area.

- Okay... It seems we understand what to do with "him," - he nods towards the "prisoner" - We need to take him to the others and interrogate him.
- And what do we do with "him"? We can't leave him here. - he nods towards the drunkard.
- And with "this"... We should probably send it to the academy for analysis? - he nods towards the vial of liquid.
- Well, and we should probably report to the lord mayor. He promised to send reinforcements...
- Yes, and we should probably patch ourselves up... You can barely stand, and this bitch almost drove me crazy...

Voldemar approaches Arno and casts Cleansing Flame.

- Let's get out of here, - he shouts to everyone after the "cleansing," waving his hand in the direction they came from.
- And YOU... You're coming with us! - to the "prisoner".