Zeorth looked at his fathers twinkling hands, leftover effects from the magic he had been frantically summoning. It was turning red, green, blue, than back to red again.

"The men came to collect the spices owed to them, than the one warrior charged and attacked me when you came out from the back" Zeorth wiped his sword on the forearm cloth of a gaurd, wiping away the glistening blood that had been formed on it.

His father walked over to the now slain gnome, looking at the markings on his arms, "The merchant guild must have been hired to kill us."

Zeorth nodded in agreement, suddenly hearing shuffling outside the window frame. He drew his sword fast, listening intently for more sound.

The two windows crashed open shattering glass into the storeroom, the door smoldered down in the same in black leather and masks swung in through the windows. They carried daggers in both hands.

Two figures rushed through the door frame, huge lumbering Half-Orcs. One carried a warhammer, the other a longbow. They snorted at the site of Zeorth and his father.

The Half-Orcs charged and the figures in black attacked...