Once you get above ground, you pause to examine the warehouse. It's bland and non-descript, made of wood and flanked on both sides by identical warehouses. Miller points out the one you're staring at. "This is it. There's guards inside. Come on, I know a way inside." You and Iris follow him to the side of the warehouse. There, a single wooden door stands, which Miller cracks open slowly. No one in sight, at least for now.

The three of you step inside, crouching down low. There's guards patrolling the warehouse, hands on swords at their hips. You hear two of them having a conversation in Kishak. You whisper, "Can I get a translation?"

Iris nods.

"What are those two saying?" You point out the two guards.

She listens in for a moment, then smiles slowly. "They're talking about how boring warehouse duty is. Let's spice it up a bit." She conjures up an smoky green orb in your hand. You wonder what it is for a moment, before she shoots it straight at the two guards. A faint cloud comes into existence around them, and as they breathe it in their eyes sag. After a few moments, the two collapse, sleeping. Iris nods. "Come on."

The three of you continue on like that, you and Miller keeping an eye out for guards while Iris takes them out quickly and quietly. Before long, the guards are all down, and the warehouse is yours for the taking. You approach the nearest supply box and open it, finding a large supply of food. You open the next, and find hundreds of crossbows. The next, hundreds of swords. It goes on and on, each crate containing an ungodly amount of supplies.

Nodding, you motion to Iris. "Light it up." The mage nods, before summoning up a fireball and shooting it right at the nearest crate. Then, she summons another and fires it, then another, and another. Before long, the building is starting to go up in flames. It seems like your work here is done, and you ready to leave... Before you hear a shout in Kishak.

A guard.

He runs straight for the front door and bolts before you can do anything, and the three of you share a look of shock. Then, Miller and Iris bolt, you trailing behind as fast as you can. The three of you get out of the warehouse and begin to open up the hatch leading into the sewers, while you hear a sharp horn go off in the distance. This is bad.

Miller cracks open the hatch and motions for the two of you to get in. As you do, Iris fires off a few more fireballs at the other warehouses. "Just in case!" she says, before joining you on the ladder. Miller gets in right away, closes the hatch above you all.

As you three enter the sewers and then quickly leave it, the sounds of marching footsteps greet your ears. The Kishak soldiers are moving fast. They must have sent some to investigate the warehouses, while the others were sent to find you on the outside. The three of you take off into the night as fast as you can, keeping an eye out for soldiers.

You get about a mile away when you notice the squadron of soldiers following after you. They must be one hundred men in all, all bolting straight for you. "We've got company!" you shout to your companions, who quickly notice the threat and pick up the pace. The three of you continue on, then notice an old log cabin on the side of the road. Acting quickly, the three of you duck in there.

Miller slams the door shut and immediately moves a nearby bookshelf in front of it. "That won't hold for long," you warn.

"I know. It's more for my piece of mind," he replies, slumping down into a sitting position.

"What are we going to do?" Iris asks. You and Miller don't give her an answer. "We accomplished our mission, but now we're behind enemy lines with no chance of rescue. Are we just supposed to sit back and die?"

You pat her on the shoulder, and nod. "Afraid so. We did the right thing. They'll make martyrs out of us, probably."

Miller sighs. "So we're just supposed to give in and die, is that it?"

Iris is fuming. "No. We're not going to just give in and die. We're going to go out there and give them hell before we do."

"No use. There's one hundred of them and three of us. We'd be slaughtered." Miller places his face in his hands.

"Better to take at least a few of them with us before they kill us, right?" Iris asks. "What do you think, Kit?"

You say "It's pointless. Let's just... Wait it out."

Iris wrinkles her nose at you. "Wait it out? The hell do you mean, wait it out? Wait until they burst in here and separate our heads from our bodies?"

You sigh, sitting down on the floor. "Something like that. We're going to die, might as well accept it."

She shakes her head. "The man I heard about would have gone out and faced them head on, even if it meant death."

"Sorry to disappoint you, kid. But I'm not that man anymore." You pull your knapsack off your back and reach into it, finding one of the bottles of wine you had Bertrand stash for you. You sigh, then pop it open and take a swig. You hold the bottle out. "Either of you want a sip?"

Miller grabs it first and chugs the bottle greedily. After a few moments, Iris snatches it out of his hands and takes a drink of her own, as if accepting defeat. She sits down on the floor with you and Miller, and the three of you pass the bottle around and drink for a while.

There's the pounding on the door as the Kishak soldiers try to get in. The bookshelf rattles with every hit, but it stands its ground. The three of you continue drinking. After all, you have all the time in the world.

THE END