We quickly ran across the trap, flames shooting up around us. I could feel the heat burning my feet even through my dragon scale boots. We hit clear a...r, and both of us quickly downed the potions. I could feel the magic of the potion soothing my pain and healing my slight burns.The room ahead appeared to be a dining hall. Two draugr were in it, one at either end. Lydia slipped on a stone shard, alerting the draugr on our end. Rather than try to hide back in the shadows, she leaped at the undead. "Well, according to Calean, you had a pretty good bit of fun even before you left the camp to do whatever it is you did out there. He's been bragging that he drove you so wild that you had to stab him to keep from dying from the pleasure." Is that so? I seem to remember it slightly differently." Of course. No one in the camp would ever believe him. I don't know why you felt the need to stab him, but I'm sure it wasn't because you couldn't handle him. If anything, I'm guessing he wasn't enough. As he bent over Tom's knife handle connected with the back of his head. He silently slumped to the floor.Tom motion to John, and then to the broken window; they silently peered into the night and into the wagon waiting at the window. They saw the lone driver waiting and watching for any signs of activity in the rest of the house.Tom and John looked at each other again. Tom nodded his head and dropped to one knee. John pulled the curtain back as Tom flipped his knife into the air and caught it. " Yeah, we knew from the other phone call that it was going down, but we didn't know where. They're using a crude code. Someone is delivering two 'chairs' to the diplomat, but ... we don't know where. We have off-world trackers on his vehicles, so following him won't be a problem. The son-of-a-bitch is rich, though, and rents or owns several houses or cabins, and ... I doubt that we know all of them. Apparently his flunky has given the kidnapper directions at a prior time, since no one.