[b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyne[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Outside the Tower
[color=17c311]Interacting with:[/color]N/A[/center][/b]
	That was one more person who was able to make it out the tower. Cyne kept her eye on the dwarf as he sprinted out, if only to make sure he didn't accidentally run headfirst into a tree. When she turned back to check on Keystone and Thomas. Oh. Oh gods. Ew. Gross. Gross. Gross. As covered in filth and viscera as she was, there was some unspoken difference between bodily fluids spilled in combat and those expelled from a preexisting orifice. One was an outcome of battle, the other of illness, which made it grosser. The fact that this was the second time today vomit was spewed on Thomas didn't help matters either. So the mage was now a walking cesspool of intestinal backwater.

	So disgusting was this sight that the druid couldn't bear to look into the tower any longer. She had to turn away and walk from the entire scene. Yes, they might be about to die, but she wasn't mentally ready to handle what she had just seen, and she didn't want to lose her own lunch as well. She hoped that they would all be able to make it out safely, but on the way back to town, those two boys would have to stay in a separate group well behind the rest of them.