“Thanks!” Hansa did feel lighter. Using Glas’ spear to pull himself up he practically sprung off the ground. He steadied himself and stretched his arms. He looked on the battle with the Deathstalker a bit more serious. He wanted to help but knew it was their fight. He sighed and looked over his shoulder at the cliff. He pulled out the Rook they grabbed earlier from the small bag on his back and smiled. “What do you say Glas? Our mission isn't done yet. We still need to make it back to the top of the cliff.” He looked back at the four fighting the Deathstalker, “I feel like they have this covered…”