[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Andy]

Tiras took the cue from Renata and as she hobbled over to the hulk that was Lennox, the squire decapitated the blind, flailing morph she'd left behind. The creatures' talk of a message was just something of a background noise to him now, annoying as it was. In the dark he wasn't sure where Wratt had gotten to, but he was sure the gruff bastard wasn't about to lay down and die. The youth turned and followed Lennox, keeping his sword in a readied position over his left shoulder. He held the blade loosely and made sure to keep his ears as open as his helm would allow.

He opened the visor of his helm to see better in the dark. He caught up with Lennox, Renata, and Raye.

"Let's see if we can't find a fortress to hole up in for the night," he suggested. His right arm was irritated and nearly numb, though thankfully not bleeding. Some rest would do him some good.