Howan stumbled back into the trio and turned Gilly and Roran. It wasn't a good sign. Especially so many. They all knew they'd deployed a signal meant for war or life threatening situations. Rannor's life, however, was on the line. Roran turned his eyes away from the oncoming group of superiors. He needed to help Rannor, despite his overwhelming need to vomit. The stench was putrid, acidic and choking. He gagged as his hands touched Rannor's skin, feeling his skin crisp and his pores ooze underneath his hands. Gilly nudged him in the side as Greymount approached, desperate to attract his attention before they got into anymore trouble. Their job had been to watch the road, instead, they'd lost one man, watched a traveller disappear into the snow and potentially kill the best Watchman the keep had. 

As Greymount pushed Roran aside, he dropped back off his knees and into the snow. He waited, watching carefully. Howan had left the cave to vomit again, bringing up the partially digested Warg's meat. Roran didn't doubt he'd be throwing up for days. The blonde scrambled upright and stood looking down, clenching his fists. The news of Rannor's fate was hardly promising. Roran exited the cave to stand by Howan, inhaling fresh air deeply. No doubt he'd killed Rannor himself. He was an idiot. He'd caused the guy pain, more pain than nessecary. No officers were left in Cannor, they'd be running riot within the day. 

The two remaining orphans glanced inside the rook as Gilly replied to any questions. Roran wished the boy kept his mouth shut, he'd known Gilly for nearly have a decade, he'd always had a habit of telling more than was needed. The blonde turned his eyes back up to the sky, his eyes closing as he tried to ignore the smell. Howan had found shelter and solace by the cliff wall, holding himself upright whilst his stomach continued to empty onto the floor. The storm would get worse as tube night drew on, everyone knew that. Whatever the plan was, it needed to be decided fast. Roran twisted back around as Ysabel spoke. He'd forgotten all about her. 

"How?" Roran asked, pushing himself through the group of offficers to see the thief. "No healer can stop that." He cursed himself for that remark. Had he not tried the same not ten minutes before. He'd be in far too much trouble when he got back to Cannor, unless he was made to continue his route. Howan, who'd finally stopped vomiting, turned into the rook, intregied.