Krah simply laughed and hefted her up over his shoulder.
"Yes, ma'am. Time to go save the fucking world."
And with a grunt, he began his ascent, damsel over his shoulder, and two hands free to dig and pull and get them to the very top.
Once there, the Connlaothian winds welcomed them, as the smell of blood,dust and smoke filled the air. There was a gloom, making things hard to see, but as they got closer and it began to fade, Krah stopped dead in his tracks.
"Oh Fuck."
For the flag of the Grand Duke had been replaced with that or the flag of Turgall.