The set was stage for the final confrontation. Even without a triumphant army, the old man had managed to sneak his way through the gates with his wits and body intact. He had fooled both the men underneath him and the Muslim giving them shelter in one of the city's inns, and so the Hungarian felt proud of his trickery. He moved his hand on the wooden floor, his finger extended forward as he drew symbols in a red liquid. He made two symbols on the wooden floor and then leaned back, saying a few words in Latin before witnessing the writings light up in fire and a short piece of parchment thrown out of the quick to fade out flame into the Hungarian's lap.
"This is the shopping list, then, and I think I know where to look for these?", the man mumbled to himself in Hungarian as he glossed over a list of books written in the Arabic language, all covering the mysticism of the eastern magic with but a few on the east African nations and their trickery. "It lies at my fingertips? I know-", the man spoke up and appeared to have attracted the unwanted attention of passerby dwellers which shouldn't have stayed up so late in the night. The Hungarian clumsily stood up and wiped the blood writings on the floor with his right foot. He opened the door and witnessed two young men in colorful apparel standing outside. They both turned to him in Arabic to inquire about his possible desire to acquire some goods for him and his escort, but the Hungarian quickly refused. One of them pressed the issue and the Hungarian tried to close the door to his small room but was met with resistance. The two intended on stealing from the man, and now that they could not locate his gold as he would have offered him for the goods, they decided to end the issue quickly and efficiently. The Arab man drew a small blade concealed in his hip and struck the Hungarian down with it. He managed to position the knife at his stomach but before he could pierce his skin the blade turned to dust and the man fell back on the wooden floor. The Hungarian quickly turned back as the other Arab decided to help his friend up, giving the old man enough time to use his short sword to cut the two down as they turned their backs on him. The commotion had awoken all of those asleep on the second floor and some of the visitors down below, and the Hungarian knew they would not be able to stay in the inn any longer. He looked at his escort as they opened their doors, some with their swords in their hands, and addressed them in Latin ? "Speak this in the smaller tongues to the others, but listen carefully ? We have been found and our deceit had been discovered. We must move quickly to the rendezvous point with my friend and leave the city through the river at once!". The Hungarian ran to fetch his belongings and ran out, his blubber moving side to side as he ran down the corridor. He stopped before going down the stairs and stared at the others, "Follow me to the library where we would go through a passageway to the Nile, and from there to the sea!", he said enthusiastically.
If they were to choose to follow the man, they would discover that some of the town's guards had been called into the inn, but it would take some time until all of the city would be aware of their presence.
