Captain Jean Lafitte III was just coming out of his stupor when he heard Jeneyeru shouting for him to come along. His vision had cleared up and now he was greeted with a splitting headache for his troubles. Bloody Midgets, he thought.
“Right, Right,” he called back, as Lafitte turned to follow the rest of the group, the crossbowmen having already charged ahead on his(slightly erroneous) orders. However a small rustling behind him called his attention.
Reaching for another of his pistols he prepared to fight off another wave of the mysterious Brownies, but he saw none. He felt a slight change in the temperature and noticed steam rising above the treetops and slowly a realization dawned upon him. The Dragon, in the back of his mind he knew it was probable that it’d catch up to them, but in his heart he’d hoped that the group had seen the last of it. His heart was apparently in for a disappointment.
Without another thought he took off at a sprint, tripping a few times but maintaining his composure, he caught up to the group atop a slightly grassy knoll on the trail, his crew already there, including a bandaged Beau and Tayliana Winddancer.
“I think we should take him for ransom, bargain our way free of the creatures throughout our passage through this wood”, Beau was saying, but Lafitte cut him off and anyone who may have provided an answer.
Panting slightly he said simply, “I think we should make a run out of here, and sooner rather than later,” gesturing at the rising steam behind them.