As Samuel was planning his escape, he could see something unfolding at the wardens. A third knight had come over, a massive one that was leaning on a staff. Obviously an old man. He held up his staff and seemed to cast some spell. The wardens objected to this.

"What the hell was that?! Why the hell are you-"

The mage knight stepped back and looked to the other two knights, who nodded. One then stepped forward and unsheathed the claymore from his back. The warden's seemed momentarily confused before the knight made a roundabout slash. Cutting down all the wardens with a single cut. He took the heavy sword and threw it over to support on his shoulder. The other two knights stepped forward and towards the barracks. They had not noticed Samuel yet.

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The barkeep shrugged and replied to Vladimir. "Carriages come ta the mine ta bring supplies, 'n leave wi' steel. Steel or dead slaves tha'r being brought ta the barracks so the o'er slaves can bury 'm. I always found it weird that they would bury slaves bu' a warden once told me that they do it ta prevent hauntings 'n the like. Wouldn't rightly know why they died though. The slaves 'round here are punished with hot coals 'n drowning 'n the like. Makes no sense for 'm ta be bleeding."

The surroundings of the slave camp was woodlands. Something which would make Samuels escape easier. But of course, there was a reason why none of the slaves really tried to use the woods to escape. In these woods roamed the dead and monsters. If Samuel could make it through alive, then he'd be set. The knights that had cut down the wardens had caught sight of Samuel now. He could hear the clunking of one set of steel armor get dangerously close fast, but it was slower than what Samuel could run.

As Samuel entered the woods, the following noise quickly became less loud. It would seem that the woods and its mud did not allow for the armored man to follow well. Before long, the running that Samuel performed had gotten him completely away from his pursuers. At this point he could try to go back, or simply attempt to escape the woods and find his own way to where ever he intended to go now.

"Perhaps it wasn't punishment but instead fun for the guards, again I wouldn't be very surprised. " Dexter said finishing his drink. For the first time he noticed the fire elemental looking at them with hatred. Dexter dismissed him, of course, if he wanted to start trouble so be it. As long as it wasn't towards him, Dexter wasn't bothered. "Tell me Vampire what else can you smell? " Dexter asked.

Vladimir shrugged. "What makes you think I'm a vampire? I was raised by a butcher, so hell if I don't know what animal blood smells like. The corpses are there for all to view as well." He said, waving a hand in the water elementals direction. He cursed himself internally- he had forgotten that the people hunted down vampires as he had guarded a Open-minded Earth Elemental caravan the previous job.

Devon received a stare which sometimes made fire elementals shudder and the bravest people stopped right in their track under that cold stare, perfected throughout Devon's whole life, as he had tried to hid his emotions about slave treatment, from the whole world.

Dexter wasn't intimidated. A glare of hatred from a fire elemental was nothing new. He had been given many more after his seven years of travelling. Dexter merely looked away from the fire elemental. He knew what most of them were like; All talk, no brains. It wouldn't surprise Dexter if this elemental was the same. "Well there is no point in glaring at me if I don't know why now is there? So tell me so I can think about fixing it. Dexter said, raping his fingers on the counter.