Arraia waves farewell. "I'm going to see if I can help the fallen," she says, speeding off down toward the floor.
Estre hooks an arm around yours. "Let's stick together. Strength in numbers." He tries for a light smile, but you can feel the tremble in his voice. He hefts his trident, and eyes your warhammer. "I'm glad you're here," he says.
As you jet along, a thought goes through your head: