The ground shook, or better said, the goddamn [i]tree[/i] shook underneath Kirrian's feet which forced him to kneel so he didn't lose balance. Then...

"Mother of god..." Kirrian couldn't believe his eyes when he stared outside of the hut's opening. undead folk... Everywhere... Lead by a dragon... "...With claws as sharp as knives, the dragons rise..." Kirrian started to remember a song in his head, muttering the lyrics under his breath. God, at a time like this? What a music junkie he was.. Kirrian turned back to his "Host" who was now a cowering mess. "Oh do not even GIVE me that shit. You've proven to be stronger than me yet YOU'RE the one cowering in fear? Goddamnit..." This didn't phaze Kirrian anymore. He was in some sort of fucked up world where rules are made up as he goes along. And you know what? He's fine with it. Kick reason to a curb, then build a throne made of skulls.

"I'm taking this," Kirrian nabbed the girl's guitar and used the strap to keep it in place. "now do what ye want, but I'm getting out of here. You'd better do it too, those things look hungry." With that Kirrian rushed out the door, hopping down branch from branch until finally he made it to floor level. Those abominations were everywhere... Sick. Absolutely sick. It seemed they were spreading, so Kirrian dashed for it further in the forest.