[Right][H2][color=#9cb6c3]Solomon Sparrow[/color][/H2][/right]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location: [/color][/b] Stritzel Estate, Kindeance [/right]
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	Solomon slowly bowed his head in acknowledgment to Veronica. He could tell by the vampire’s voice that she was in a hurry to leave. They had Cedar and Varya was up and ready to lend his support once again despite his ordeal earlier. Widernia wasn’t in much to argue, but she also wasn’t in a condition to aide them as they demanded. Instead, Widernia offered her necklace, the items she used to tame the raging bear, Ted. As they were figuring that out, Solomon set to work on calling forth his summon.

	Focusing through the impending disaster, black energy surrounded by faint wisps of silver started to condense in his palm. A dark glow that absorbed the light around it also grew, a stark contrast to the flickering light of the flame just outside the room. The energy snaked from his hand into the ground, out of the way of his allies who were finalizing their holds on those who couldn’t walk.

	“I call thee Matteo, deserted within the arid wastes. Heed my command and come forth.” Solomon spoke softly. The energy of black darkness and silver slivers sank into the ground. The stone cracked and crumbled as grains of sand started seeping through the crags. A hand emerged from the growing pile of rubble and then a head. Leathery gray skin held tightly to the skeletal frame slowly crawled out of the pit. White fabric crawled from the broken earth climbing up the figure and wrapped him completely. Once he was emerged, the man stood blankly towards Solomon. The figure was shorter than everyone else, dressed in white clothes akin to what one might wear to ward of the hot desert sun. Eyes completely white, the figure looked up at Solomon.

	“W-Water. Please water…” the figure requested.

	“I will give you water, but time will not allow me now. Please, I require you to smother the flames and clear a path for us to leave. I promise you water once we have returned above ground.” said Solomon. The figure looked down at the ground in disappointment. Solomon placed a hand on Matteo’s shoulder, reaffirming his promise.

	“I can do it.” said the accursed wanderer. Both he and Solomon turned to face the opening of the room. Orange glow from the fire caused shadows to dance against the wall. Veronica with Widernia and the twins with Cedar ready to depart. Crumbling stone and scattering wood among the blaze was still audible as Ted continued breaking free of his stone shackles.

	“Friends! You’d better leave. This beast has found his second wind, and I’m currently disarmed.” shouted Bartholomew. Though he lost his left arm, Bartholomew continued to use his other to stab at the beast with his axe. Still letting out battle cries to match Ted’s roars, Bartholomew was not ready to give up now that he had lost an arm. “I’ll hold him for as long as I can.”

	Solomon turned to Veronica as she questioned whether Solomon can make a path through the fire. He placed his hand on Matteo’s back, confirming his newest called friend should be able to. Matteo took a couple steps forward. As he did so, thin lines of sand fell off of his clothing leaving behind a trail. That sand soon began to vibrate as though an unfeeling wind was stirring it. Further trails of sand started to follow from the crevice Matteo had emerged from, and even some of the dust that collected among the cravices of the wall and ceiling. Any small bits of stone, glass, and gravel started to consolidate around Matteo, forming a thin whirlwind around him.

	“Stand back.” said Matteo. Thanks to the sand below the floor and the sand he himself was able to conjure, it took little time for the accursed wanderer to have accumulate a decent amount of sand. In one smooth motion, the sand traveled to the ground and smothered a bath through the fire near the closest wall directly to the exit where the party first arrived. The flaming liquid was either pushed aside, or smothered out as the sand traveled through and over the blaze. It was a path  large enough for the party to pass  the remaining inferno without having to cross any actual fire. After the path was created, some of the sand started to return to Matteo, condensing around his feet, ready to collect more and extinguish the remaining of the flame.

	“Come, get everyone out.” said Solomon. “I’ll stay behind to make sure you get out as safely as possible.”

	“Better hurry.” Said Bartholomew. He continued to wrestle more than strike Ted now, attempting his best to keep the enraged bear from freeing himself completely. It was obvious to anyone who would witness it that the flaming armor struggled with only one arm.