Kharrn's own curses added to Kharmam's own as the ragtag bunch of slaves fled for their lives from the crumbling tower. Never in his life would he have predicted something like this being the source of his freedom, but then again he had never expected to be captured by slavers either. In the final stretch of their escape, Kharrn took the opportunity to smash his fist into the back of a fleeing guard's head before charging into the jungle surrounding the Telvanni tower.

The Orc sighed and leaned against a tree as he tried to calm his breathing. Slavery had been rough on him and the other slaves. He froze and sank to a crouch what he heard someone moving through the brush. He reached down and picked up a rock that would serve as a weapon for now while he also called up the workings for a basic fire spell he had learned when he was young.

He slowly eased around the tree and sighed heavily when he heard Kharmam's voice, "I'm here, Kharmam. No idea about the others," he growled quietly as he dropped the rock and released the spell.