Flin glanced over at the others as the Myti fled. He stood up very slowly and clumsily, his right hand placed on his chest as he headed into the caravan. His breathing was very deep and fast, clearly indicating that something was wrong with him. But he said nothing about his condition, sitting down on the ground with his back facing one of the walls. [color=92278f]"Th-the captain..."[/color] He mumbled. [color=92278f]"He was on the roof...outnumbered."[/color] He wheezed, with concern in his tone of voice.