Once Tearys said that there was a hole, every last pigment of color in the man's face faded and he turned with enough force to crack his neck, "Yeth! Mac! Jique! Find that fucking hole and plug it now!"

The people a round were also struck with fear and the ones he called ran off as fast as their legs would carry them. Several more even joined in to chase after and help them.

The sun was falling farther, they had maybe a hour before it was time and they were less ready by the moment.

Hay shifted awkwardly, moving a bit closer to Ryder. He was carrying Varus, but Ryder was still the most threatening person here and he could still carry the both of them if need be. "I know, we need to know, but still. What if it isn't save? What then?"