Delivered To Mauric

[*Krayt]

He stopped at the wagons pondering if he could set one of them in motion towards the patrol. Scattering them long enough for him to sieze the girl at best or at the least crushing a few of them to thin the numbers. The masked man approached the wagon but was wary of the workers, he did not want to be catched here for mere theft. If there was no slanting ground between himself and the patrol he would run onward to the narrow tunnel. He was determinded to stop them before they came near the Armoury Yanek would not be pleased if he made any indication of their involvment in this.

[*Midnight]

The wagons are on a gentle slop but something as simple as a grease spell to make the ground slippery or perhaps something to startle the oxen pulling them into a stampede would do the trick and get them moving.

[*Krayt]

His eyes fell on the yoked oxen. Animals was something he had very scarse understanding of. He descretly opend his magical bag and withdrew a smaller paper bag. He maintained safe distance but tried to get eye contact with the beasts. He then carefully let a sugar cube drop to the ground. The attempt was aimed to make the oxen turn around and face downhill. Horses was drawn to the sweet substance he thought so why not these things they looked just the same in form and shape. Refraining from using any spell that could be notied with ease for now.

[*Midnight]

Both of the oxen shift uncofmortably in the yoke struggling to turn themselves around to reach for th cube of sugar. They seem to know what it is perhaps been given it as a treat on longer journeys as both of them begin to lo.

[*Krayt]

He dropped a few more. He then tried to circulate aorund them so he stood behind them when they strove toward the sugar. Now he would wait hoping for the patrol to approach while being mindful of the workers.

[*Midnight]

The oxen shift around. From down the hill Mauric hears the Harmonium patrol arrive as they order the Godsmen to make way, which of course sparks all kinds of deliberation debate and bluster between the factioneers.

[*Krayt]

He tried to look causual while he went closer to the animals. When he was close enough he tried to cast fear on the oxen.

[*Midnight]

The oxen bray stamp and panic. There is an almighty crashing sound as one of them brakes the yoke, the second one does not and brings the cart behind it. Godsmen hardheads and passers by are scattered left and right as they dive to get out of the way. The steep hill causes the yoke to eventually snap as the speed of the oxen pulling it and a loud scream can be heard from in front of it as a single harmonium sprints down the hill trying to out run the wagon that is chasing him.

[*Krayt]

He runs after beasts if he were to reap anything out of the chaos he had to be fast. Making himself invisible again he didn't cling to the shadows with any skill nor did he bother to makes his steps unheard as he rushed downward. He invoked flee the scene. His hood falling back while his long robe restricted his gait. The wide sleeves fluttering by the rapid arm movements. Leaping over a godsman that layed sprawling on the cobblestone holding his head.

[*Krayt]

He attemted to cast charm person on her while she had her back to him and he still being wrapped in magical invisibility.

Depending on his success or lack thereof he tried to take her hand leading her away into a smaller ally. "You are not safe. These men are not all Harmonium. Come away with me. They will fetter you, abuse you and ultimately kill you. Come we must hurry to safty." He spoke with a sweet beguiling voice.