'Quite the predicament I found myself in,' he pressed the brakes and vaulted at the side entrance. The guard, vigilant to the extent of not even noticing blood on certain clothes, breathed a mighty yawn, "-over there," he tipped whilst shaking his heavy eyelids awake.
Before he knew it, the line of troubled folks, their anguish, and the scent of danger in the air led a trail, one Staxius followed. "-Don't go there," others ran towards the city, "-danger," cried those empathic enough to warn, "-an adventuring party is surrounded, we can't do anything," said a wealthier dressed merchant bombing down a small hill. Staxius carried his gaze over said slope, watching as survivors came crashing, like a river, the climbed the flow, narrowly spotting the wheel of a toppled carriage. "-PROTECT THE SURVIVORS," came a muffled scream.
