Ahead lies...?

[Anastasia]

"Back!" Is the call, though at least no fire comes your way, "If you care," one snarls, waving a dagger, "Get out of our way and stay out, so we can get out of here."

Jetina shakes her head, "Akil bin Faheem should be tried for his crimes - be it by justice or at the end of a crusader's blade. We have no love for him!"

[Nephrite]

"I can take you somewhere much safer from him than wherever it is you're going." Moore says. "Unless you want to keep running for the rest of your lives— that is your choice, but I will offer you the same wisdom I tried to give to the last Sultan: you have a choice right now in this moment; you may not have a choice later."

[Anastasia]

Diplo again, -25 penalty. You said something relevant.

[Nephrite]

107, then.

[Anastasia]

"You...Moore." The refugees are quiet a moment. Amid them, one approaches to the head of the group. He has a grey beard and is otherwise unremarkable, clad in a great deal of jewelry and rich silken clothes. "Duke Moore of Celestia."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "You have the right of it. I know you may only know me as an enemy." A smile after that. "Know that I understand and respect the pride of your former Sultan, and of your people. We may not see eye to eye on every matter, but I speak truth when I say I will help anyone in need to find a safe place from the clutches of the schemes of Hell."

[Anastasia]

You are studied a time before, "Can you take us to Maldar's Point in Radiance? Do that and my family shall never raise arms against you."

Xandra flies forward at that, "You cannot." she says it, a simple statement, no question there.

Murmurs amid them as the efreet bows his head, "We cannot. The new Sultan has taken measures, we cannot leave Fire of our own power."

[Nephrite]

"...is everyone trapped here?" Moore asks. "Or just those who will not fall in line with his regime?"

[Anastasia]

"Those who oppose him," Is the short answer, "Our magic won't let us escape."

Cresiel nods slightly at that, "No one deserves to be under the yoke of Hell."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods as well. "Then allow us to escort you." He says.

He opens a gate to that location— if Akil has those waiting there, then they'll be dealt with.

[Anastasia]

The gate is seen - to general alarm and then relief, "Then clan Zamar has no quarrel with you and yours, Duke Moore," the old efreet bows, "I am Hamzi Zamar and this I vow." He hurries through after, the caravan going to the gate fast.

[Nephrite]

"Be safe." Moore says as they pass. "Reach me if you are in need."

[Anastasia]

Thus they go - no celebration, just hurrying, desperately running. Once it's done, "Akil's using a heavy hand. What will the City of Brass look like when he's done?" Jetina muses.

[Nephrite]

"You know exactly what it will resemble." Moore says as he dismisses the gate. "We will work on this when we get back." He turns to look forward, then proceeds ahead like they were originally.

[Anastasia]

"Damn it." Jetina murmurs to herself, "We're not done with them yet, if not today then one day."

"One day," Xandra agrees, "Let's keep going."