Exton

The clearing has seen its own battle. Drow bent on cutting off the rescuers' retreat to the Human Realm found more resistance than they expected. The sight of HellHounds and Murduachan warriors pulling Drow bodies into a pile is heartwarming in a grisly way. Torrent and Twillon stand near, gathering their powers both to incinerate the corpses, and to contain the burning so no Human would be drawn by the smoke.

Fea is off to the side, tending wounds and watching for the rescue party. She stares at keon as he emerges from the Shadow paths, Eite following with Stoney and Ob. The Sea Hag blinks curiously as Eite kneels before her.

"Get up child. Yer no slave among these people."

Eite gets to her feet slowly. "I can't go back."

Mer Cronigh nods. "We will find a place fer ye. As fer now, come help wi' ta wounded. I ken our dark Lord has a bairn who wonders where he is. So do the stonemen." She turns to the three warriors. "Off w'ye. Wish and Pike will make sure Erik is at the Manse in a blink. Ye lads better run the Shadow Paths. A cu' sith waits to guard yer passing. Off now Lads."

Keon turns back as he holds the way open for the gargoyle brothers.

"Don't worry yer pointy ears about ta Lass. I'll see her safely t' yer boat. Fox will keep her company til ye return."

Fea waves, shooing Keon onward. When he slips through the Veil, she turns to Eite and shows her how to sort injuries. Eite works quietly, occasionaly looking around. The lost look in her eyes is not unnoticed. Fnally she asks quietly, "Who is Fox?"

Fea laughs, the sound harsh, yet merry. "Another of Keon's friends. The lad's name is Ron. He is in need of company as well. Someone other than that brother of his. Time he moved out of the dorm and somewhere he can recuperate without someone hovering over him."