With a final fusillade between the ranger and wizard, the small group was in the clear, for the moment. Those that hadn't been felled beneath hammer and fist were falling back into the sapping aura where Alice was confident they would not come back. Despite this Calanon was still shooting towards another position, and he called to them as if sensing her attention, saying that he'd found a place to hide after all.
Alice turned to her two exhausted companions, noticing more than a little blood pouring over their slick forms. More than likely it looked worse than it was, and she held her bottle of elven liquor out to them both. "Thank you, both of you."
was all she said about the fight that had just ensued, though a part of her felt at ease knowing that these people had at least got a small amount of justice this day.
She was sharply aware that not all sounds of conflict had died down, loud thumps could still be heard, though she reckoned most of the clatter of arms and armour was from the hostile forces fleeing. She reckoned, though she knew that there was no real way to tell. Geradin seemed uneasy at the prospect of staying here as time went on. He did that thing he does where he would lean on his hammer one moment and quickly shift it up to his shoulder and move a few paces before repeating the process. The familiarity she shared with her friend made her smile even after all that had just happened."Well, where to now?"
she said after they had all gotten their breaths back, and after the novelty of Geradin's shuffling had worn off. "I suggest we try and find the others, and see how they have fared."
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