I rise fully awake my alarm spell going off. No rest for this old wizard. I grab my sack and rise, heading towards the hidden exit. The hatch opens before I arrive and the horrible visage of the marked vagabond leering at me in the barely lit hovel forces me to alter my plan of a quiet escape. I weave a thread as he crosses the distance certain he has me, but then I cast Whispers of Sweet Repose and cross the room before he hits the floor enjoying the rest, denied to me.

I exit the tunnel and receive a blow that forces me to the ground a dark foggy field interfering with my eyes and I think I hear a voice tell me, “Your getting too old for all this adventure.”

D.T. Richoy

(this weeks prompt was from Gray)