Slavomir
Quick as a whip Slavomir sets his shield in place and draws his sword.
"Somevone iz in trouble, ve must hurry! Leave ze bear, it isn't going anyvere for now. Zough ve must come back to it later."
The paladin steps into the newly formed crack and waves the others forwards with his weapon arm.
"Hurry, vone of zese people may be ze vones ve search for."