"The locate changed direction! The others are that way!" The wizard points up into the Shingles.

"After them! Let the marines handle the flier!" She takes off up a stairway inside the building.

The guardsmen surge forward with her.

She... should really go with the fliers, but a hippogriff's flight can't take multiple. If she could get a Color Spray to stick it would be valuable, but probably not more valuable than an actual marine doing their job. She will...

Actually she will just follow the Marshal. Trying to track the flier from below in case she decided to swoop down to ground level might be the optimal decision here, but she isn't actually here to make the best possible choices, she's here to be reliable to the guard. Marshal Kroft has command, and she said to follow the others, so Tencednil will follow her after the others.

Meanwhile...

Cinnabar is no longer blinded. She flies through the Shingles with great agility.

The marines dive after her on their hippogriffs and loose another volley of arrows. Cinnabar dodges all of them as she dances between buildings.

She can't get rid of the faerie fire. It will last at least a minute. Fleeing is her only viable option. Haste.

Cinnabar veers hard to the left and dives through a tangled mess of rafters and shacks. Her speed has increased considerably.

The marines are still faster than Cinnabar. They fly forward and send another volley of arrows her way. Unfortunately, the Shingles make decent cover against arrows. None of their attacks hit.

Cinnabar dives down to the street, flying over terrified civilians. Her speed is now very fast indeed. There must be a sewer entrance around here somewhere...

The cover is much worse at street level than in the Shingles. Hippogriffs are very fast indeed. They loose another volley. This time, three arrows strike true.

That hurt...

Aha! Cinnabar recognizes this street! She zooms down to the end, flies into an alley, and dives into a small sewer tunnel.

The marines dive after her—

Ah. Hmm. They can't fit their hippogriffs through the tunnel. That's unfortunate.

Cinnabar speeds through the sewers as fast as she can. Soon she will reach one of the otyugh chutes.

It's not worth perusing Cinnabar now. They're nowhere near as fast as her on foot. They'll never catch her down there.

The marines beckon their hippogriffs up into the sky and fly back the way they came.

Returning to the bulk of the formation...

The guard follows the compass provided by locate object. They chase the assassins through the Shingles, firing crossbow bolts at every opportunity. The locate object runs out and a wizard casts another.

The marines aid them from the sky.

The remaining two assassins are caught between the Guard, the Sable Company, and the winding paths of the Shingles. Their invisibility has long since run out.

Eventually, after taking down a few guardsmen in retaliation, they're swarmed and knocked out.

The wizard turns to the Field Marshal. "No more hits, sir."

She nods. "Very well. Everyone, with me! We return to the Citadel now!"

She got off another Dazzling Blade against the assassins — Lhín's ability to fly and carry it around is useful in the dense and twisty passages of the Shingles. It probably saved a guard or two from being stabbed? It's possible she prevented a death, but most likely she just provided a bit of extra efficiency.

At this point, though, she's basically out of spells for the day, with only a few of her second circle slots left. It wasn't worth the time to set them up. She will happily follow the Marshal back, and hopefully she will not have to do anything more today.

The formation follows their leader. They leave Bridgefront and cross a bridge from Old Korvosa back into North Point and then trek all the way down to the south of Midland. The doors of Citadel Volshyenek open as they return.

The Field Marshal congratulates everyone on their good work. She emphasizes that there may yet be more cultists to catch. The Guard must remember to stay alert.

The prisoners are moved to secure holding cells. They await interrogation and trial.