“Get them out of here,” Elder Emery shouted as the building
evacuated. He sent his summoners and priests to safety as Victoria, Derrick and
Marcel returned to help aide the others injured from the blast.
“Have you seen Rowan?” Marcel inquired as he lifted a
priestess to her feet and ushered her toward an exit.
“No. I thought you two were together at the initial
detonation,” Derrick answered.
“We were but in the chaotic aftermath, I lost track of him.”
He pushed another struggling archmage to their feet and just as he was
preparing to reenter the blast zone, a tuft of blonde hair stumbled from the
rubble. “Ro!” Marcel exclaimed and rushed forward.
“I’m fine,” Rowan waved off his bodyguard as he took in their surroundings. “What in the bloody hell happened? Did the entire sodding building crash down on us?”