Verik dodged the falling cavern ceiling and grabbed Honou's arm, more or less throwing him out into the open before diving after him.
"You alright?" he panted, glancing back over his shoulder to see the entrance they'd just escape through collapse into a pile of rubble. Well. That was bloody good timing.
As if responding to that thought, Bane came clattering in for a landing, sniffing at them in concern; his eyes narrowed and he growled at the scent of blood.
Verik waved him off. "We're fine. Somehow. Here, let's just get out of-"
"I wouldn't move if I were you."
He froze and twisted to see a rather unsavory looking group of people waiting a little ways down the incline, weapons at the ready. The mercenary group. Great, just great.
Bane growled, raising his hackles, and a man who must have been a mage shouted something in a langue Verik didn't understand. The dragon gave a sharp cry of pain and shock, shaking his head back and forth. I-I can't see! For perhaps the first time since they'd been paired together, he sounded scared.
Verik growled, scrambling to his feet and planting himself in front of Bane and Honou protectively.
