Back in the square the guards at the keep slowly recovered form there terror and snuck out to investigate now it was all over and shortly they where joined by the Count and his body guards the chief priest of the Founder and his remaining knight in full armour and the senior priests of the true and the handful of their men who where on the day watch. The leaders of the town who had not long retired after a night on the walls having been roused when the eruption of fire occurred. The market guards who had fled at the demons first terrifying war cry and some of the braver traders returned to join them. All looked at the fresh spilt blood on the stones the gauge the demons sword had left on the ground and the spilt ichor. Finally congregating around the hole which was where the flame had erupted from, finding a seemingly bottomless pit some fifteen feet across and which was beyond the first few feet lined with worked stone. It looked for all the world like a well, the count looked at the founder’s priest on his right hand and asked was there ever a well in the market square. The priest scratched his head and thought no my lord that I know of but I may have forgotten something in the temple achieves, I will need to check. With that he bustled off to do just that. Every one else stood and looked those who could see and those who could not tried to over hear what was being said by those who could, or speculated wildly whilst other just tried to catch a glimpse of what all the fuss was about.
to be continued......
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