Survivors

Balar stood, lifting Tiella in his arms. She was breathing, and besides some deep claw marks in her forearms she appeared unharmed. Looking around the group he gave them all a grim smile. They were worthy companions indeed. Maybe, just maybe they would get through this alive!

A flicker of movement over by the ruined dwarf camp caught his eye, but before he could say anything Majvoc raised his arm to point it out.

"Looks like there are survivors over there." the thief announced.

And sure enough, emerging from the cover of a nearby boulder three dwarven figures were stepping out into the light. Even from here Balar could make out their cries of anguish as they took in the sight of their fallen companions.