"I'm not so sure-"
Myrym was about to reject the offer, when the door to the tavern burst open. The sound of screaming was heard from outside, before the door slammed shut again, blocking out the noise. Immediately the room fell silent, as everyone turned to see what was happening.
"Help me!" The man who had entered was clutching his side, crimson blossoming across his tunic from a fresh wound. "The city is under attack! The dark elves... they're everywhere!"
Immediately, Myrym and Sorin exchanged glances. They tried their best to keep their emotions hidden, but it was clear that they were, at the very least, concerned. Without a word, they made for the back of the tavern, where an exit awaited them through the kitchen. As they fled, they heard a voice call out, "Hey, weren't there two of those dark elves in here?"