The Ranger stayed at the crest of the wall, eyeing the debris for a moment. He could see the weak points in the rubble. Calling out to the men, he began to direct their efforts, using the lay of the rocks to make things easier. As he directed them to pull certain areas, other areas collapsed and spread out.<br/><br/>As a group, they did fantastic, and the work began to move along at an incredible pace.<br/><br/>As he worked, the ranger was distracted by troubled thoughts. He frequently reached up to his throat, feeling for the charm that was no longer around his neck. He was worried, and rightly so, but he couldn't bring it up to the others. There was only one thing he could do. The only problem he faced now was getting up the courage to do it. He would have to run. Flee. He would have to find somewhere far away, where the danger that was surely coming for him would not find his friends. He could only hope that some day they would forgive his disappearance.