[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]The Forest, The Wagon
                                                                           [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color]Everyone pretty much 

The young Elf's entire world went black, and only the body under him scurrying away from his hands and the light splatter of mud that followed let him know he was still alive. He let out a breath, and realized he needed to get his bearings. He needed to get out of here. Whatever happened wasn't a curse, he knew that much. He didn't think he'd been struck blind. He turned, and did his best to crawl as far away as he could, before his head popped out of the impenetrable darkness. His nose poked Brogach's nose as soon as he appeared. Calanon smiled. "[color=00ff66]Hello, old friend.[/color]" he said to his Elk companion. He got firm and happy nuzzle on his head for the words, and he could almost laugh. "[color=00ff66]One sec.[/color]"

The Ranger then drew himself up, his head momentarily slipping back into the darkness. He patted himself off, and was just about to step out into the open, when a rich voice drew his attention. It was as lush and pleasurable to his Elven ears as a Nymph's melody. "[color=00ff66]That's beautiful...[/color]" he whispered to himself, and within moments, the darkness had dissipated. He looked around, and realized he couldn't linger. His easy manner quickly becoming as sharp as a blade in an instant. He saw the structure still on fire, and his new companions attempting to put it out. "[color=00ff66]Brogach, let's go.[/color]" he said, grabbing his shield from Brogach's back and running over towards the structure, the Elk bounding beside him. As he ran, he saw Valona standing before Kyra. He skidded to a stop within the mud, and gave Valona a quick bow. "[color=00ff66]Glad to see you well.[/color]" he said, and then nodded to Kyra, having at least seen her once before when he first joined the Caravan. He quickly ran past them. Brogach gave them a quick bow as well.

He made it to the swiftly charring building. On quick inspection, he could see that while it was still being damaged, the fires seemed to be lowering from the combined efforts of Keystone, Cyneburg, and Gretchin. Using both of his hands, he used his curved shield as a makeshift bucket, slipping it into the slick mud, before flinging it upon the structure. Brogach joined him, kicking as much muck and water as he could upon the flames. Ranger and mount worked furiously, going as fast and effectively as they could.