Alarm bells clanged in the distance, growing louder the closer they got to the platform. By the time the carriage screeched to a stop, Lancelin could hear those bells chiming like a Guild wedding. He drew his sword, wrenching open the door and pulling Fulren out onto the platform. Bells reverberated all around them. The rest of the debarking passengers, panicked by the noise, gasped in fright and moved from Lancelin’s path when they saw the blade in his hand. If there’d been any hope of them getting lost in the crowd, it was gone now.
Well, why do you think that is Lancelin?
