As long as things were going well, 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 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?...
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- Ah, that's easy. - said Kaspar. Let's go, the newcomers need open space for this, otherwise who knows what you might turn into... - the undead grinned slightly - remembering the old days when he was alive and just beginning to learn the basics of magic...