[DrowArchmage]

Jason eyed Asokil and the girl on the horse warily. A well trained warhorse was a deadly weapon unto itself....something else felt wrong. A sudden burst of anger flowed through Jason, this bloody guy right here, this is the guy who was a pompous jerk to him before. Images flashed through his head of a bloody battle, a clash of godlike forces that scorched the earth and blackend the countryside.

Jason forced the images out of his head. He had left that life of killing behind when this group let him live. Besides, who had that kind of power? Certainly not himself, maybe the mage that his group had slain before all this started ( it seems like ages ago). He relised that he was gripping his sword hilt and staring at the pair all the while he was thinking and forced himself to relax his grip. Getting out of here is the important part, with or without the rest of the group, that was up to them, but the disaster that had taken place took its toll on everything. Jason couldn't even imagine that the rest had survived, but he hoped he was wrong. It was going to be one hell of a time getting the lady back, and harder still if there was only two who could weild a sword.

Maybe Telryn survived, but he did not answer his calls. He could go back for him, and the drunk...even though he smelled and was dim witted....but in doing that he risked being left behind, leaving only one aparent soldier with the group.It just wouldnt do. So he moved himself where he was instructed, a few very wary steps away from the two shiny ones, pulled his hood up to keep out the sun, and kept his hand in a position so that he could get at his sword without any hesitation or obstruction.