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Kaben's mind was filled with fear the second he realized who had burst through the hall's main doors. He stood up so fast his chair rocked back and hit the man behind him. He would have stood there had a young maiden not grabbed his arm and started pulling him towards the back doors. He looked at her, startled slightly, then shook his head as he recognized her to be a friend. When she saw that he was moving on his own she let go and ran head long for the doors, picking up a small, crying child on her way.
A man cried out close to Kaben's right and he turned to see the young man knocked down and trying to get up and away from a quickly approaching hillman. Grabbing a plate and goblet he threw them at the invadors head. They didn't do any damage, but they made the warrior turn which gave the young man enough time to stand and unsheath his sword. As the two started to fight Kaben spun around and made his way once more toward the back doors.
There were hardly any people left in the hall besides the combatants, but once he got outside there were people everywhere. The ones who had fled the hall cried out and woke those sleeping in their near by tents. Kaben was relieved to see that most of those who were being awakened came out of their tents armed and ready to fight.
But where can we go they can't come? Kaben's frantic mind screamed at him as he ran through the tents. He was no fighter, and knew it.
He suddenly found himself at his trading post, his legs automatically directing him there in his fright. Dashing inside he ran to one corner and hunched down. He gripped a small throwing dagger that he had scooped up while passing the front desk, knowing he probably wouldn't be able to use it regardless. Shaking and hearing the cries from outside, he sat there and could think no more.
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