RPG on the Portal.

So far, everything was going well, and there was no sign of pursuit. Something about this felt familiar: the chase, the need to leave Irrilot, the city gates – it even seemed like the guards at the gate were the same as last time, I thought as I walked towards the city exit with my hands symbolically tied behind my back. Suddenly, a horn sounded behind us, announcing our escape, and the city gates, which had already been open, began to close. We needed to decide quickly, and I looked questioningly at my "escorts," as if to say, "What are we going to do?"