At Kamri's urging, Rook removed her right boot and rolled up her torn pant leg so the werebeast could tend the wound.  It was 3 days old now and still throbbing and slowly oozing blood through the bandage Lord Octa's men had put on it.  "How bad is it?" she asked, steeling herself in preparation for Kamri's ministrations. She almost missed what Kan was saying, but her attention riveted on him now.

She stared wordlessly at her large warrior friend hugging his knees, his demeanor unlike anything she had ever witnessed from him.  She didn't think he was scared of anything, but if he was scared of this place...  

It seemed the whole group was silent for a few long moments as the flames jumped high.  Rook broke the silence as they died back down.

"Do we have another course of action then?"