By the time Fossil was two yards from the alley, chaos had broken out. The rebel turned to see blood everywhere, bodies almost everywhere, and a clearly very strong, very angry man barreling towards her. Friend of foe, she had no idea. He had just saved the ex-princess... But Fossil didn't want to sick around and risk finding out. Enough people had ended up at the sharp end of his sword already, and Fossil didn't want to help raise the body count. She couldn't run back to the docks, the soldiers had undoubtedly called for back up. So deeper into the slave market it was, and then into the slums of the most impoverished demographics of Loren, beyond the market. After a brief glance at the rampaging warrior, Fossil bolted again. Good exercise at least, she told herself. But what an absurd day. Somehow a minor courier mission had pitched her into the center of a murderous rampage and slave revolt. As Fossil darted down another alley, she ruefully told herself that at least it probably couldn't get worse.<br/><br/>Half way down the alley, Fossil looked back. She could still see the warrior. As she slowed to watch him, someone grabbed her and unceremoniously slammed her against the wall.<br/><br/>"Well if it isn't little fossil. You're not getting away this time." The soldiers. Things were clearly much worse. While the one turned her around and shoved her into the wall again the other shackled her hands behind her back. "Do you know what we do with traitors?" The first soldier growled into her ear. Fossil said nothing. She knew. And she wished very much that she hadn't lost her poison locket.