Yet to be named, pt26

He woke up to the sound of feet running up the stairs and on the wooden floor, but he ignored them and kept his eyes closed. Then the door opened and slammed shut. That made him sit up and look confused at Shirral, who locked the door and began pushing the big wardrobe over to the door. how did he not notice such a piece of furniture? It probably didn't matter.

'What...', he cleared his throat. 'What's happening? Did you do something?'

'Yes, I did', she located the wardrobe right by the door.' Now get up, we have to leave, and fast.'

'Then why did you barricade the door?', he asked as he carefully rose. 'And what did you do?'

'We're taking the window', she rummage through the sacks they brought up and produced a rope. They could hear many footsteps climbing the staircase.

'How? I can't climb well with two legs, let alone...', he paused, watching her tie the rope around his waist. 'Wait, you're not thinking of dropping me down like this, are you?'

'I don't see any other way to get out. Do you?', she promptly put the sacks on him.

'I do, actually. We walk out the front door, past whoever is trying to stop us, and ride out of this city.'

A loud thump came from the door along with some shouts.

'So, what did you do down there?', he asked.

'I punched that one fat farmer in the mouth.'

He looked at her dumbfounded.

'What? He asked for it. Should have kept his hands to himself', she defended herself while pushing him to the window. The thumps were becoming more and more frequent.

'Well then, that is the only way out. Can you hold my weight?'

'Probably. I hope so, at least. Now, get over the window.'

He did as instructed. First the damaged leg, then the other. Looking at the ground just a few meters off the ground made him feel uneasy.

'Ready?', Shirral asked.

'Ready.'

I may have lied on the female bit because it turned out longer than expected, but you got the action right here. Episode 4 will get more female-heavy soon-ish.