"That was you!?" Dremmick said perplexed that she knew where Terra was. It was the same place he left after....'dealing' with the messenger from earlier. He heard a slight commotion from scouts, but they didn't believe it was much. With Dremmick secretly cutting his ties with the Jailers, however, he didnt pay it any mind. "Well, I'll be... I knew you were my favorite. Had the they not become so corrupt, I think you would have made an excellent Jailer." He said as he pulled out a map and spread it on the ground. 

"That's the place there. They keep it guarded heavy both days and nights, but I think they slack off a bit during the day. After all, most Jailers work in the shadows. Once you get there you may want to take this path he-...." Dremmick's sentence was cut short by a sickening thud. He slowly rolled forward and caught himself with his arm as he hit the ground. When he fell to his hands and knees a short spear was sticking out of his side.

"You are sentenced to death, Traitors. Your words just confirmed it." came a large booming voice from a rooftop. The man was huge and well built. he had a pouch full of short spears and large gauntlets with heavy studs on the knuckles. He wore black pants that were tucked into leather boots, long leather faulds starting at the belt, and a black hood at his head. on his broad chest was a black lock with a red keyhole. Dremmick recognized him instantly. It was one of the head executioners within the jailers, Grom.

"Grom," Dremmick said as he attempted to stand. "You all need to leave....HURRY!.. I'll deal with this." He looked over to Leon as he grabbed at the spear in his side. "I'll meet back with everyone....when I can."

Grom jumped from the building and landed on the ground across the square, cratering the earth beneath him. "There will be no escape for you, vermin." he spat as he started to walk across to them.

"RUN!" Dremmick yelled at them.