[IRP] Smugglers, Saints, and Spears

[WyvernSlayer]

Barry didn't bother pressing for small talk with Bor - it was clear he wasn't much of a talker. He simply jammed his hands in his pockets and kept walking, keeping close behind Cherise.

Just then, up ahead, a flash of light shot out from the side of the mountain - right where one of their party had been scouting ahead! Barry's immediate response was to step up in front of Cherise. As the flash dimmed, he could pick out a second burst of light, smaller and more sustained. It was Panika's signal shot! Ray was the first to react.

"There's the signal; let's go. And try not to get noticed. Whomever's there doesn't know where we are, at the very least not specifically, so use that to your advantage."

Overhead, their wyvern rider came swooping in to join the fracas up ahead. Barry merely kept pace with Cherise. He wasn't about to charge headlong into a maelstrom of magic spells - tough though he was, he wasn't stupid. Stubborn, maybe. But not stupid.

"Lass," he said, looking down at Cherise. "Shall we join them? I know yer loot's the top priority." He glanced over to Bor, then back to the young woman. "But we can get involved if needin' be."