Bjoric woke with a snort at Sana's call. Sitting bolt upright, rubbing his eyes, he saw everyone rushing about at her summons as well. Looking around to see what had sparked the call he spotted the large pillar of smoke rising from the direction of the city. "Well... That can't be good." Getting up he gathered his bedroll into his pack, quickly moving to grab the armor that he'd lain out last night after cleaning. 

By the time he finished putting on the last piece on, Sana had rigged the aging warhorse to the cart. Bjoric threw his pack back into the cart, grabbing some bread and dried meat, he ate quickly finding he had grown quite hungry from the labors of the previous day. Hearing Vivian awake he looked to see what see was talking about, noticing that the halfling was no longer with them. "What happened? Did the wee man run off?"