"I have more important things to attend to!"
"There are those outside that I..."
"Thahn by all means," was all Brenier left him with as he brushed passed, intent on finding and hopefully rescuing his crew. If it had been any other excuse, any at all pertaining to property or self preservation, the Freelancer would have reserved half a mind to cut him down if their paths ever crossed. No be'er thahn a mutineer, he'd think out of habit. But to prioritize one's crew, whether for practical or personal reasons, that was the mark of a true sailor. Nothing could be gained from any venture, if not for the efforts of your shipmates. It was important to repay such a debt. Brenier watched him go, pitchfork and fury in hand. He contemplated tailing him, as he kept a thoughtful eye on the door whilst retrieving the old fisherman."My crew may be in trouble out there"
"Aye, thanks," Thaessalia replied to the large man who'd just wrestled her foe barehanded. "Still standin'!""Raaaaah!" Lance came barreling into the basilisk that had nearly caught Thaes. He grabbed the creature around it's thick neck and hurled it onto it's back.
It thrashed and hissed and Lance brought his sword straight down into its heart.
"You all right?" He called back.
Brenier exchanged a quick salute as she ran back off into the fight, mimicking the swooping of a hat to his chest. "Yer mighty welcome," He watched her pierce another one of the creatures, just about ready to link up with the woman and another armored slayer, before he stumbled half step. He slowed to a mere shuffle before halting all together in the street. Taken aback by the scene unfolding not too far across the road, he couldn't help but stare up at the encounter with thoughts of utter confusion. Jaw slacked, eyes pinched in a squint, and posture slowly morphing into one reminiscent of examining art, he'd just spotted Morriel being flung about by one of the few basilisks remaining. It was rather hard to determine who was winning the encounter actually, with the snake half blind and the elf continuing her offensive despite the precarious position she was in. "Sorry, howd'd... who's...." He resigned to shaking himself from his stupor, blinking back into the focus of it all before changing course to assist. "Right!" he voiced his decision, sprinting under the beast's occupied maw.“You have my thanks….”
While Tiriesa lay there, her consciousness ebbing and flowing like the waves on a rocky shore a voice tried to reach her. The language was ancient...ancient draconian.
Child of the storms...we must speak with you...a darkness descends. A darkness that will consume all. You must unite the dragons and slayers and go to the place humans call Cordonna, into the caves there...I will guide you further once you are close.
The voice began to grow fainter as its power faded.
You are all connected in this...Hurry...hurry....