[center][u][color=Green][h2]Arden[/h2][/color][/u][/center]
Arden was lost to the waves of commotion as some settlers fled and others bustled about in confusion. Instead of immediate evacuation many sought out friends, family or possessions, despite young Arden desperately urging them otherwise. As he tried to hurry them on with the others many stopped to help him thinking he was but a child in distress. It was frustrating and tiresome. The ambient panic, confusion and stress sank into him as he absorbed it like a sponge. He could feel the dense worry and fear that flooded the townsfolk. It prevented him from holding a clear thought as his head spun and ached profusely, he felt scattered beyond belief. Then suddenly it all amplified with the presence of orcs.

Truly caught up in the waves of commotion Arden fell victim to the overwhelming fear of the people. Protective bubble or not, as the townsfolk's thoughts finally aligned so too did Arden's and like the rest he began to scrabble and flee. Jostled about by many erratic scared people Arden soon found himself lost in the still silence of a distant alley way. Screams and shouts echoed from nearby but here the air was still. Smoke had darkened the thin line of sky and here alone, away from the commotion he found a calmness. Arden manage to find his thoughts and focus his trembling hands. 
He didn't know what to do.
What could he do anyway?