Tirian stood strong against the behemoth cave troll, never budging or shifting. Every movement needed would have to be forced and clumsy, his focus had to be precise and unbroken in order to survive this moment. Then a sudden burst of blue flames covered his opponent and ended the fight in a very anti-climactic fashion. The red-haired warrior took in a heavy breath, feeling the pain stab at his sides from the damage caused by his previous opponent. It had been a long time since Tirian had felt pain, a long time since he had felt human in the slightest was. The onslaught had been quelled, but not without injury and certainly not without consequence. Elrithos would manage the rest of the goblins and orcs with relative ease. Tirian took the opportunity to rest and sheathed his blade before walking over towards the carts, staggering with a sluggish limp to his left. The effects of his magic were quite obvious, and even a soldier of his strength was brought to the mercy of those kickbacks.

Finally the dust had settled across the campsite, leaving only a single goblin holding onto the strings of fate and the wolves of the forest. Blue eyes took in the white wolf for the first time, admiring the beauty and strength that the god possessed. The goblin spewed words of delusion and confusion, or so it seemed. Tirian felt the shock seep into his soul at those words. The darkness, he sits and he waits. The underworld. The glistening wolf opened her jaws as if to end Aaerynn’s very life, without mercy. Tirian felt his muscles twinge as if tried to stand. However, another wolf stopped the execution and the standoff ended immediately. The scene settled to darkness and lifeless bodies of a fallen army. Tirian stood up to shake off the emotional sight before him, and to force more blood to rush throughout his body. The kick-backs of his magic were beginning to fade away, enough to let the soldier walk with more ease. 

The red-haired man trudged over towards Rudolf with a sullen expression. Silence fell upon the two men for only the briefest of moments before Tirian spoke.

“I guess the secret is out my old friend.”

Tirian placed a strong hand onto the dwarf’s shoulder before her turned to face the twins. Serna had laid in place, motionless as a ghost in the night. Something possessed his muscles to urge forward towards the teenaged beauty. Tirian unclasped his cloak and took a seat next to the unmoving Syndarean. Tirian quickly covered Serna with his cloak and then placed a bare hand unto her forehead. Cold and clammy as one would expect of a severe magic outburst. Blue eyes gazed over toward Setna with a comforting smile.
“She’ll be okay. I’m sure of it!”