"Yes! Yes, please do meddle with the ritual." You say eagerly, there's no point refusing his help. Other than Freyja... obviously. "I'm going to go grab the others and head there as fast as I can. So make yourself scarce before we get there."
"No need to tell me twice." Lucas agrees and turns, about to high tail it up the alley you suppose.
"Be careful, and thanks!" You start to rush away too. You can't afford to waste time. You aren't aren't Fast Enough for nothing!
You sprint up the road, Morlia, Diana and Freyja haven't got that far away from the alley. You catch up to them in maybe seven long, speedy strides and grab Morlia's hand on the way past. You almost yank her off her feet and have to screech to a halt to avoid Morlia face-planting into the paving stones.
"Fast, what are you d-"
"Notime! GottagoSullinus'houserightnow!" You wait just long enough to regain her balance, and to grab Diana's hand as well, before sprinting off again. Freyja can probably manage on her own and mages are probably much more useful in disrupting magic circles than guards.
"Wait, why?!" Morlia digs in her heels, figuratively and literally. You are a little shocked she understood your attack of motor-mouth.
"Concerned citizen saw him doing a summoning of something Orderly." You try and go slower, it's more important she understand what you're saying than saying it at top speed. Probably. Hopefully.
Morlia's eyes widen momentarily then her brows set in a determined v. "Lead on and hurry." She commands you confidently.
"Yes ma'am! Freyja... uh follo-oi!" The guards woman doesn't seem at all repentant about the fact she's jumped on your back and locked her arms around your neck.
"Shut up, pick up the mages and run. Or doesn't that name of yours mean anything." Freyja's taunt hits something, maybe your pride, and if you could mirror Morlia's determined glare you would. Challenge to travel faster than anything else on Nirn, accepted.
"Fall off and I'm not stopping to pick you up." You warn Freyja and take off at your top speed, Morlia's and Diana under an arm each. Then you pause... which way is Sullinus' house? You didn't ask Lucas and he didn't give particularly detailed directions... or any at all.
"Which....."
"Next left, two rights." Freyja snaps. Can't argue with that. You take off again, a daedric taxi service... you don't think Jyggalag would approve.
The wind speed drags Morlia's hair out of its tail and sends it streaming out behind you like a flag in a storm. Diana's making a muffled, high pitched noise that in other, slower circumstances would probably be a scream. Freyja's laughing a whooping. She even puts one hand in the air. She'd probably like roller-coasters....
You come to a halt in front of a small stone house, the roof is missing a couple of tiles and there's a shutter almost tearing away from its frame. The door looks battered and the red pain is peeling in long thin strips. The stone even looks dirty which you aren't sure should be possible without particulate heavy smog to deposit carbon on the stone. Either way the place has seen much better days.
There's a pale blueish lilac glow through the cracks in the highest shutter. Then you hear someone yelp like they just touched a hot stove.
"That's not good." Freyja dismounts. "Any of you three have a plan?"
[ ] How do you want to handle this? (Write in a plan, any plan, it doesn't have to be good)
