"It will be done," Aasiphan intoned softly; Melbion did not say anything, but Jerro could feel the pair sweeping away, taking wing and diving into the mists. As they fly, the angels call to each other now and again, aiding each other track back to the villagers.
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Once they find the villagers once again, the angels return to Garulf's side immediately, conferring with the Fist quietly about what they have seen...
"You say a small boy ran ahead of the group?" Garulf nodded solemnly, even as he silently rustled his prayer beads through his fingers one by one,
"I fear he is lost to a predator of these lands. We saw a creature on the ship feeding on such a child... There is little to eat in these lands..." Aasiphan trailed off, sorrow echoing in his voice.
"We must remind the people here that it is too dangerous to wander alone... we must keep them together, if they are to be any kind of safe at all." said Melbion quietly, even as he donned his cloak in mirror of Aasiphan, who had retrieved the garments from Horace.
"Remain here, friends. I will seek out Tassik and tell him everything you've told me. Perhaps this airship can be put to use." With that, Garulf moved away from the front of the column, leaving it in the care of the angels. Hurrying through the crowd, Garulf rapidly approached Tassik, and proceeded to retell everything he had heard thus far.