Rughoi watched the dracon woman run, followed by his incompetent warriors loosing quivers and missing every shot. Curses formed under his breath, slowly escalating until he realized he was shouting at the top of his lungs. "Change of plans," he said, turning to the remaining members of his humble army. "Do everything now. Whatever you can hide in your shirts, do so. Shiny is preferable. If anyone asks, Astran and Daghet were acting alone." Quietly, Rughoi and company rustled up their things and departed from the small farm, minus two of them.