[b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyne[/color] & [color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Outside the Tower
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]N/A[/center][/b]
	If Cyne were more like the wild animals she spent much of her time in the guise of, she would have left this location long, long ago. The sixth sense of danger would have indicated that the area anywhere near this tower was a highly dangerous area. Sticking around was just an invitation to die. Hells, even without any animalistic instincts, she already knew as such and even the precise variety of danger that was latent to the tower. The earthquakes were a surprise however.

	But she couldn't bear to flee. In fact, she had to turn back to see the scene inside now that the gross part was over. Part of her was concerned about the fate of her comrades, but a more significant portion just had to see what happened for herself. And it was a good thing she turned back when she did, because just then the tower decided it'd throw an entire wall at her. She didn't have much time to react, but she managed to spot an opportunity in the falling blocks. A hole that should be just large enough. The druid took a large step to the right and stood as straight as she could. When the snow and debris cleared, Cyne stood perfectly unharmed surrounded on all sides by stone and rubble.

	Nor on the other hand couldn't run any faster if he tried. Now he hated cowards as much as the next guy. Well way more than the next guy in all likelihood. If you couldn't take a bit of danger, what good were you? Might as well be a sheep rather than a person. Worse than that actually. At least with a sheep you could get some economic value out of it. A coward would only cost you in opportunities, which was the worst kind of cost aside from taxes.

	But there was a difference between running with your tail tucked between your legs, and being smart enough to not stay in an obvious danger zone. If some big greenskin is swinging a pollaxe at your head, you don't stand in the way of it. And when a tower was swinging itself at you, you get out of the bloody way. That earth shaking was a real bad sign. As he ran, he kept looking back to make sure the building didn't get any funny ideas. Now it thought it could get one over on old Nor, chucking some of its Eastern wall at him. But he was a lot sharper than to get fooled by some shoddily crafted stone. Nor dove to the side, avoiding the bit of debris and got back up to his feet. The thing was just about toast. After the thing finished collapsing he would return to check on the others. For now he'd keep running.