[IRP] Warpath of the Wolf: The Plunder of Khaltet

[A Prolonged Affectionate Hug]

Whilst Salem hadn't necessarily been getting tired, his arms were aching a little from the position he held Robert in. It wasn't a massive issue...but still, a dullness was coming. One he'd be glad to shake off once they presumably escaped. And fortunately for him, that escape seemed just up ahead. Rest, regroup and get back into the fray.

Unfortunately for him, he stumbled a little.

That placed him just a few more inches than he'd have liked, but Smitty was still in view as he passed through that hole in the wall and started yelling something or other. Salem couldn't hear exactly what; but it was clear at the very least that Smitty was conversing with what Salem could assume were his comrades. "Almost there." Mumbling this more to the child in his arms than to himself, Salem made a dive for the hole. In, roll, tumble and on propped onto one knee, child in arms.

With some imposing woman (of war?) holding a quite intimidating axe standing over him.

Ah.