Crom had been trying to manage his way through the mass of peasants when he heard an unearthly roar from behind him. Seconds later, a monstrous creature came barreling down the street, clearing the palisade in a single bound. Crom instinctively threw his hand towards the hilt of his weapon, but the creature was already gone. He was thankful the beast had decided to clear the fence instead of coming straight through the group. For a brief moment, the crowd was silent. What followed next was a cacophony. Panicking townspeople began rushing towards the gate. Crom began struggling through the crowd, Adrian still over his shoulder, and trying to keep an eye on the other members of their party. The boy began to stir. The boy slurred his words, clearly heavily intoxicated. Seconds later, Crom felt the boy lurch and heard the vomit spew from his mouth and hit the cobblestone. ~Damn it.~ He had no doubt some had gotten on his cloak. Thankfully, the disgusted townspeople around him backed off slightly, giving Crom room to maneuver through them. "Hold on lad, we'll be out of here soon." The mercenary began shoving his way through the remaining townspeople, eventually making his way through the crowd and through the gate. The mountains stretched out before him, covered in thick blankets of rich evergreens. The snow-capped tops of the geological behemoths were visible in the distance. It seemed as if they went on forever. The mercenary walked for a bit, escaping the crowd that had rushed from the gates, and stopping at a nearby tree. He motioned for his two companions to regroup with him. He heaved Adrian down from his shoulder. "Do you think you'll be alright to walk now?"