The Orb And The Onslaught {COMPLETE}

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    They reached the lobby and the shouting was almost deafening, Florence mouthed to Quentin to keep an eye out for Randall since he was taller. She was trying to think of a way out of this crazy town if they couldn't get their cart back. They couldn't discuss it through the shouting but Florence could see out of the front doors and people were running past, shouting and some even physically fighting.

    She wasn't about to take Quentin and the cats out in that unless she was forced to. She couldn't believe alcohol had caused such a riot, what had they been serving at that Fayre? She sighed to herself in disappointment and took a look around, there had to be a back door to the inn but it could take ages finding it for themselves. 

    All of a sudden Quentin tapped her on her shoulder and pointed to the other side of the lobby. Between the bodies of the crowd she saw two familiar and very similar figures sneaking past the lobby, their heads were bowed but it was very clearly them.

     Quentin mouthed the words Randall and Roger, then led the way through the crowd towards them. The two men didn't notice Quentin and Florence had cornered them until it was too late. Their path was blocked and Florence waved her walking stick menacingly, ready in case one of them tried to get by her. 

     "What do you want? We can't give you a refund if that's your problem." One of them stated with his chest puffed out, they were too alike to tell which was which. 

"We don't want a refund, we want the keys to our cart." Quentin said as though it was an offence to assume otherwise. 

    "You want to go out there?!" The second brother asked, he looked both shocked and slightly impressed. 

"We want to leave, yes. We're not sticking around for it to escalate, do you have our keys?" Florence wondered if either of them were in their right mind.

    "Yeah but you don't want to go out there, it's all so weird. Everyone's gone nuts, nobody should be going out there." The first twin stated with a shake of his head. 

"We were at the Fayre when it erupted, people just started fighting for no reason, just a few at first and then more and more." The second twin added, they both shared a haunted look.

    Florence glanced at Quentin and then towards the front of the inn, she could still see the people passing by. If what the twins said was true then it would more than likely be spilling inside soon. 

"That's just more reason to leave, is there a back door to this place?"

The twins exchanged a worried look and then shrugged, "It's your funeral, lady."

     Despite the rude words, they explained where the back door was and where their cart was parked. One of them disappeared into the crowd and a second later, reappeared with the keys.

"Good luck," they said in unison. Their tone held no encouragement and the minute Florence moved her walking stick they both ran off. 

    "The hospitality in this place is incredible," Florence noted sarcastically.

Quentin half smiled, "I'll be sure to add it to my review." 

Florence smiled at him and they quickly took the directions the twins had given them, they just had to hope they hadn't been misled.

     A few moments later, they came to an exterior door and stepped out into the bracing morning air. The chaos was much louder out there but there wasn't a person in sight. They were in a small courtyard area that had been partly turned into a cart and bicycle parking zone. It didn't take long to spot their cart, it had been the last to be parked for the night and not very well either.