The disobedience shown by his guild mate, Joshua had been more than infuriating, he was tempted to relieve his anger onto his weak frame as he carried the Kobold. Had he forgotten the beating he had received only a few weeks ago? Had his memory been so rattled to not remember the beating he had received? Kon would seriously need to bring him to heel before Joshua did something he would regret. Whether it meant outright killing him or crippling him into submission it was hard to say. He was glad that at least their newest member, Ragnar recognized the position between them. For now with Lava raising faster than ever the ice coated mage leaped across the orange liquid rock, virtually jogging over the lava with a coat dissolving one after the other as he made his way to the exit.
Reaching the exit was one thing, getting back to civilization was another with the exit revealing nothing but forest. Finally removing his last coat, his sense of smell and taste were overwhelmed with gore, sulphur interlaced with the fresh scents of spring. While it was not an unfamiliar smell, it didn’t mean he enjoyed it. With a wide gaze through the area, Kon spotted something in the far distance, blobs of magicka, dozens of them, humanoid in shape and size. Clear signs of human life, a golden hand was thrust in that general direction before a final comment was made. “There’s a group of people over there in the distance, perhaps they’ll have some knowledge about where we are.”
[Exit]