[Center][h2][color=khaki]Jørmund[/color][/h2][/center]

As soon as Jørmund recognized the voice the started to break into a swift jog hoping to get to the figure quicker. The earth genasi was ten feet away when a work crew passed in front of him blocking his view. He tried to go around them to little result. By the time the crew had passed by the figure was gone.

Jørmund searched around though the crowd looking for the figure he was sure was Plasm. A few minutes passed before he started to wonder if he imagined it all. The cleric started to make his way back to the rest of the group. His excitement of finding the groups injured comrade up an moving had fallen to quiet, withdrawn sadness. Part of him also was doubting his own physical and mental wellness if he was imagining those who he had seen hours earlier severely injured, up and in apparent well being. This also left him wondering if he would be a liability to the party while traveling, or while trying to deal with the raiders from his home land.

[Color=khaki]"Who ever it was I thought I saw they are not there any more. We should probably start moving on."[/color] Jørmund said as he started to put his pack into the back of the wagon. For the time being he was trying to put his thoughts towards how to convince the raiders to move on to other lands.