The storm was getting closer and closer, the wind stirring up leaves and dust, while Glax searched for the rest of the group. He knew he shouldn't have left Pydna alone just because she looked tough. And if she died, it was his fault.
Smelling the smoke, he dashed to the fire whereabouts, and it was easy to find them. He saw the wreckage of another Collector and a Spitter, while a house was on fire.
Tychos was reluctant to leave the site, although he was bleeding and blackened with soot. Kal looked fine, but Glax guessed, because of the state of his armor, that Zotikos had interfered with this.
The young iatromancer was also dirty and turned with joy when they noticed his arrival.
"Lord Glax! We trapped another centaur in the house."
"Yeah, you slew them. But we need you! Lady Pydna… She needs you!"
Zotikos didn't question, just followed Glax running as far as his legs could.
