Zephyr Swiftblade sighed as he turned a corner, his face trying to stiffle a yawn as he sipped the waterskin of tea he had gotten from Khazeet. He gingerly made his down a set of steps and turned the corner to the ladies ward. His gaze widened and the waterskin dropped from his hands as he looked at the flames reaching into the sky. He called upon his inner speed and vaulted over banisters, railings steps and walls reaching the barracks in short order. He picked his way among the rubble after showing his identification to the high alert soldiers surrounding the barracks and swarming over the ladies ward.
He made his way towards the biggest concentration of the damage, the prisoner cells and upon seeing Farguls cell empty he swears and in a short burst of rage which is very unlike him he kicks a chair over as he curses again.
The next day once things are somewhat quiet he suits up for his shift, but on the way out he looks at the factotum at the desk and calmly says through gritted teeth.
"With all due respect sir, I told you this could happen and you dismissed it as an over cautious notarys mindset next time you might listen to the lads who are out there on the streets everyday, those who actually hear whats going on in this damned city!".
He salutes, snaps his heels as he turns around and heads out into the city.
The Attack On The Barracks.
