Bab 43: Rules of Eldritch Fight

The driver of the carriage was seating carefree, holding the reins casually completely oblivious of whats going inside behind him. Ofcourse, it was work of the extraordinary. So the carriage hurtled through the night, shaking with every bump and rattle of the cobblestones beneath it.

Inside, Jesper was in a dire predicament. The assailant on the roof, dressed in tattered and hauntingly old-fashioned clothing, had laid traps on both sides of the carriage doors. A thin, nearly invisible wire was strung at neck height on the left, ready to snap and kill. On the right, the assailant himself lurked, ready to pounce.

Jesper felt the cold sweat trickle down his neck as he tried to think of a way out. His hands were trembling, clutching the old revolver. He knew that in the world of the Eldritch, direct confrontation was deadly. Yet here he was, trapped with no apparent escape.