Bab 376: Escape through the City

Fable let out a low warning growl as another explosion rocked the inn. The innkeeper paused his polishing and glanced toward the door, then to us. 

"It's bout time you move out, ain't it?" he prodded respectfully, no doubt aware of our identities. "I'll be leaving myself shortly, and I'd like to lock up the inn before it's too late. Don't know if those demon bastards are going to take the city, and I'd like someplace to return to if they don't. Can't trust looters these days."