Halth's men followed the roaring, drunken crowd, keeping their distance but staying close enough to watch their targets.
The treasure hunters made a run for it, Halth's gang barged past the intoxicated horde, brandishing clubs and short bows with a flourish.
Two dozen men in total, splitting up, one group to cut of the outer city gate, two groups for ambush and one pursuit group.
The ambushers started climbing onto the huts and jumped across the densely pack roofs.
The pursuers plucked their way steadily through the slums, ever gaining on Ledlon's group.
The dozen men sent to cut off the gate had already got there through their superior knowledge of every nook and cranny of the city.
The ambushers in their three man groups spotted the treasure hunter's once more, the first thing Ledlon knew of this fresh and altogether more deadly chase was an arrow narrowly missing his head. Another flew into a house next to him, knowing these were probably range finding shots, he urged his men into a faster pace...
(Sorry Nethros

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