With Celeste squirming and thrashing on Cewris back, the quartet made it out of the flaming cabin into the darkness of the night. A flight of arrows was immedietly loosened at them from the treeline only a short run away, flitting down among them randomly. The voices by the trees were more distinct now, and indisputably goblin. It looked like it might be a dozen of them, or more. On Cewris back, Celeste heaved again, blood running out of her nose and the gaps in the improvised gag.