It seemed luck was on our feckless heroes side as he bravely buggered off to avoid the bloodshed that was sure to come. As Zoltan would no doubt see, many soldiers, upwards of near five hundred heavy cavalry, had made their way into the quiet burg that sat upon the great river Albrashtor and had begun to set up traps and other fortifications in order to hold the town from the oncoming Coalition soldiers. The soldiers were so busy completing the ramshakcle defenses that they would hardly notice one man in dark colored robes, and to his great luck, a mist was beginning to form in the valley as the sun began to fade.<br/><br/>Some soldiers were beginning to force the townsfolk to help in the defense, some were yelling obscenities, even more were carrying out the arduous task of lifting lumber and digging pits. There were plenty of opportunities to curry favor with the imperials if he so chose, or to sneak off into the mist.