Dave sprinted through the forest of blood hued trees slowly increasing his lead over the horde of tiny monsters after him. When he'd built a comfortable distance between himself and the pursuing smollzy tribe he stopped and whistled. From the trees right next to him, Spike emerged like a ghost.
"Hey buddy, glad you're here," Dave said as he mounted up, "Let's lose these Chuckie wannabes and then catch up to the others."
The fiend snorted in agreement and galloped away through the forest leaving the smollzies far behind. Dave guided Spike on a round-about route back toward the tomb. Even though they were taking the longer way around, with Spikes speed they would likely make it to the tomb at about the same time as the rest of the party.
"What's the situation?" Dave asked over the party chat.
Ralph answered with a short report, "No smollzies or other monsters following us so far. We have the tomb in sight, and it's a big castle-looking thing."
