Khazrael

He's safe, but where in Gehenna is he?


Khazrael's battered body cannot long keep up the search. He returns to Lissa and Akhby's location, suggesting that perhaps Raskoruran was caught on a ledge or some other odd geographical feature.

"If he's safe, then we need to focus on our friends up top. I don't have any rope or anything, but if Tiriel can carry me, then maybe she can carry them."

He goes silent for a moment. Heavy bloodloss makes it hard to concentrate.

"We need...we need to rest somewhere. All of us. My magic energy's all burned up."

He coughs so hard that a feather actually dislodges itself from his head and drifts to the ground. He squints at the two for a moment.

"If you aren't doing anything else, why don't you two search for a spot? I'll hit the other end of the chasm. Look for something with only one avenue of approach."

A hand slides to his belt and he produces a large knife. He turns to leave.

"And be careful."