When he caravan master sat, Skylar sighed with relief and quickly followed suit. His legs ached, his hand burned still, and his eyes felt like lead. He rubbed the back of his neck, easily out a crick he'd managed to work into it somehow. He looked up at the caravan master.

"You ferried people up this way into a slaughter house? Jeez man that's pretty brutal." Skylar sighed, resting his head on his hand. "But why did they let us live and leave if they killed everyone that came up here?" After hearing why they needed Regina, he wanted to go back but he wasn't in any condition. One more spell and he'd probably pass out from exhaustion.