It was Lord Sven's master-servant. Clad in a black vest and black suit, his boots smudged with mud, and edges were somewhat torn apart.
"I ran after I heard the explosion," Twali said. He doesn't felt reserved toward Ned, his voice was calm. He held Ned to stand, then leaned on Sasani as he lifted her on the ground.
Beasts screech in the blinding light. But it won't last long as trees started to show themselves against the darkness.
Gogmurch grunt and Sidric was thrown. They need to move before the old goblin started to show revenge.
"Can you move?" Asked Twali holding Sasani, like a damsel in distress. Making sure her lady won't feel disturbed. He didn't wait for Ned to reply, he dashed going east.
Left wrist marked with the old goblin's fingers. Muscles stiffened, and silver hair wore dust ana some sprinkle of dried blood. But Ned can still move. He dashed, and jumped the fence, and stopped—
