Arin grabbed Ragna's arm. "We'll have plenty of time to ask questions; just follow me!"
Without hesitation, he leapt from the balcony, landing with a controlled roll on the stone street below.
Ragna followed, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, she smacked Arin on the head.
"Yar legs might be dead, but mine are alive!" she scolded.
Arin rubbed the sore spot, grinning, "Didn't know your feet were too delicate for a little jump. Next time, I'll carry you in my arms."
She pulled his ear, "Enough with the banter, lead the way!"
Arin rushed toward the barracks.
"Hey!" Ragna shouted, surprised at their direction. "The fire is over there—ya heading toward the barracks?"
"Exactly! That's our target!" Arin replied, never slowing his pace.
Ragna didn't understand his reasoning, but she trusted his instincts.
Without further question, she sprinted after him.
As they neared the barracks, an eerie silence hung in the air.
It was completely empty.
