Senses B4C7

Eventually, however, a strike of luck caught my eye, a large piece of cloth lying flat in the middle of the road. It was a cloak. No, it was a grey cloak.

"There!" I called, breaking ranks and rushing over. I needn't have worried about straying too far, since both Blake and Ren were faster than I, and had already caught up by the time I reached it. I knelt and drew it up, holding it out before me. My hands searched for the hood. "It is," I gasped, recognising the faint decoration about it. "It's a Greycloak's hood for sure."

"I guess that confirms this was them," Ren said. "But why would it just be lying in the middle of the road?"

"Perhaps someone dropped it," I said.

"Off their head and shoulders? While they were wearing it?"

"Ren has a point," Blake whispered. "This feels too convenient. It was placed in our path."

"But why?" I asked.

"I don't-" Blake's eyes widened. "AMBUSH!"

I had no idea what she'd seen or heard, but Blake pulled me back down flat, and it was that which saved me as a cloaked figure appeared from thin air and slashed a small curved blade towards my face. My back hit the floor, and I stared up at the person hidden behind a brown cloak, before she was tackled off of me by Ren.