After a while, it became clear to the Orlesian that something was deeply, deeply wrong. They had been running for far too long now, and that couldn’t possibly be right. He stopped in the middle of the alleyway to catch his breath, and turned round. The alleyway behind them had long since faded into darkness, and he was left staring into it, feeling more worried by the minute.
‘Maker breath, there’s no way that’s right. What exactly is going on here?’
