Rest Area

Right after the masked rider's escape, Varda and her crew dashed out into the alleyway where the McCord twins, Aura, and I were gathered.

"Commander, we drove those nasty drow away—"

Varda took one look at the gore in the alleyway—the numerous dead bodies lying under a pool of their own blood—and she leaned on the wall to her right and puked her guts out.

The stench of dwarven rock beer suddenly permeated the air.  

"Spirits…" She wiped at her mouth with the sleeve of her arm. "What the mud happened here?"

"Long story," Aura answered wryly. "Can someone call Berrian out here. Dean's wounded."

I glanced down at my forearm. It was definitely bloodier than I last checked.

"Someone grab our dead too," I ordered. "We leave no one behind."