Ina and Athyn appeared from thin air directly above where they were trapped within the broken remains of Athyn's tower.
"Lyrr," cursed the Femage when she saw herself surrounded by the monsters she was trying to avoid.
As the dry and crooked creatures lunged towards Athyn, Ina threw a bottle that shattered very near the Femage. A circle of fire enclosed her, and the Gnarls stepped back, arms raised to cover themselves from the flames.
Ina and Athyn locked eyes. The Witch shook her head. "Your life may have well depended on your last spell."
"Druid."
Ina turned in response to the raspy voice that called to her. A Gnarl approached her, its steps heavy, slow and rickety with the burden of many centuries. It stopped in front of the supposed Witch, the Druid, and bowed its head.