Even with the urgency of the situation and Rhazii's crying, Sabine stepped up to Ahnasha's imposing form and placed what little of her arm she had available in not supporting Rhazii around Ahnasha's torso. "Keep yourself safe as well, sister," Sabine said in a demanding tone. When she stepped back, her brow was wrinkled in worry, but she was determined enough that her lips were pursed. Sabine then took Kaleeth's arm and began to follow the group that Ahnasha pointed out.

The group appeared to be mostly free of weapons, and completely devoid of any who looked like warriors. Craftspeople, labourers, children, and the infirm were tacked on, all being led by a confident looking High Elf in simple clothes and a sword on his belt. Sabine caught up with the leader as they were moving. "Where are we going?" Sabine asked. For some reason, having the nervous Kaleeth around seemed to make her more confident with engaging other people.

The High Elf gave Sabine a glance. "You haven't been told? You must be new. There are some doors that can be barricaded further back in the ruins. We will stay behind them, and if the worst comes, we may unseal the doors deeper into the ruins and retreat through there." The High Elf sniffed, as if he wasn't worried that it would come to that, or at least wasn't showing it. "Most of the creatures and traps that we'd otherwise encounter have been dealt with, but it's not exactly liveable. Darahil reckons there's another entrance somewhere that might serve as an escape. Might."

"...Okay." Sabine wasn't exactly sure what to make of that, but it gave her hope that the clan had at least planned for this eventuality. Sabine edged back from the High Elf so she could talk with Kaleeth, "Sister, I don't like this."

Back with Ahnasha, the atmosphere was alert, but not overly panicked. There was concern on just about every face, but most people were quiet as they rushed about. They knew what to do now that the alarm had been raised. Groups of non-combatants were gathering with some odd sacks of provisions to take to the back of the ruin, while warriors donned armour and carried about barricades and weapons near the gate. The only figure that seemed not to be walking around at the gate was Darahil. He was pointing and directing orders at various teams of warriors and mages, securing defences and briefing on strategies. Soon enough, Vera came forth from the general direction of the school rooms with a bunch of leather armour and a sword in a scabbard under one arm and a round wooden shield in the other. Behind her were a couple more lightly armoured warriors that appeared to be pack mates of some description.

What was alarming to one who would watch carefully is the relative lack of strength on the present fighters. Though they seemed to have enough people to almost match the coming warband in numbers, they would be outmatched in skill, experience, and equipment if the fortifications didn't hold.