Dungeons and Drakons (Part VIII)

“Okay.” Now Fenrar commanded all the attention, which Erid was more than happy about giving away. "First things first: are there any of you who don't want to come? Back out now. This plan is going to take all of us, working together with all of our strength. If you don't want to come... the plan will fail." Erid looked into the eyes of his young friend. He was surprised by how confident Fenrar sounded.

No one showed any intention of backing out. Dozens of determined faces made eye contact with Fenrar and nodded. They were ready. Erid wished he could be as ready as the rest of them seemed. But he couldn't back out on his friend.

"I am going to cause a distraction. While all of the guards are distracted, run."

A few grumbles from the crowd.

"When I say 'modeerf', that's when all of you need to wait for my signal."

"Why modeerf?" asks Edre, a drakon at the lead of the crowd.

"It's freedom backwards."

Erid had a sick feeling in his stomach. This plan was going to go horribly wrong. He could feel it.