Exactly 500 words, PG, not to be taken seriously.
Escape From Trademeet
Buffy peered out from the doorway at the mob of citizenry milling around in the town square. Torches were held aloft, pitchforks were brandished, and an ominous chant filled the air. “Burn the druids! Burn the druids!”
“Damn it,” Buffy muttered. “Getting Cernd and Jaheira through that crowd is gonna be kinda tricky.” She turned to High Lord Logan. “Can’t you just, like, order them to let us pass?”
“Alas, no, Lady Buffy,” the official replied. “Feelings are running high amongst the townsfolk, after the repeated animal attacks, and they will not listen to reason. I would have to resort to violence and I am loath to do that against my own people. That is why I had to put Cernd in jail, for his own protection, when I know that he came here only to seek a peaceful solution. You must find some way to smuggle him out of here.” He glanced towards Jaheira. “Your friend will be in danger as well if they recognize that she is a druid. Discretion in her case would also be advisable.”
Buffy pursed her lips. “Yeah, well, passing through that mob undetected isn’t gonna be easy. And they’re all around this place. An invisibility spell, maybe, Will?”
Willow shook her head. “Kinda crowded out there, Buffy, and somebody would be bound to bump into them. That would attract attention and maybe things would go all wrong. I could get myself out with Dimension Door,” she mused, “but I’m not up to taking anyone with me yet. Give me a minute to think.” She chewed on her lower lip for a moment and then a smile spread over her face. “Hey, I got an idea. I can do this. You and the other guys go on ahead, Buffy, and wait at the city gates. I’ll follow with Jaheira and Cernd and meet you there.”
“You’re sure? Okay, Will,” Buffy agreed. She gathered the rest of the party together and they left the government office. The company shouldered their way through the crowd, attracting some hostile and suspicious looks, but also some approving smiles directed at the adventurers whose obvious competence offered hope that the siege of the town would be ended. At the gates Buffy halted and waited.
Willow, Jaheira, and Cernd walked out into the square. The chant rose to a roar. The torch-waving grew frantic and several pitchforks dropped into offensive positions. Buffy groaned. Then the torches stilled, the pitchforks rose, and the cohesion of the mob broke. The townsfolk began to mill around in apparent confusion. One large fellow, who appeared to be in self-appointed command of the lynch mob, could be heard bellowing above the din. “You can go about your business,” he said. “Move along.” Willow and the two druids walked on unmolested.
“Way to go, Will,” Buffy greeted her friend at the gate. “How did you do it?”
“An old mind trick,” Willow said, smiling. She wiggled her fingers. “These are not the druids you’re looking for.”