"Avenge us..." were the last words Wren heard as she flew through the portal.  She lands solidly on the ground on the other side, stumbling only once.  She clenches her hand at her side as she sees how few have made it.  This will not stand.  They will pay for what they have done to her friends... her family.  She vows quietly to herself to use whatever means necessary to bring her enemies to their knees.  Vengeance drives her now, past all the pain of loss.  No one was going to get in her way.<br/><br/>She quickly looks over her shoulder at Authryn at his insensitive comment.  Most of their comrades had just fallen in battle, those that survived are heavily bloodied and battered, and what he thinks about is food?  She opens her mouth to snap at him right along with Ignius, but Astria already interjects with calming words to deescalate the situation.  Astria was always rational, and known to be quite sufficient at handling heated situations.  Usually, Wren admired her for it, but now, it seemed woefully inappropriate to her.  Rage, despair, pain; they were all reasonable responses to the current situation, and it didn't sit right with Wren to see them be so quickly hidden away.<br/><br/>Wren just sighs in response to Turge.  "You won't have to go back to the Highlands, don't worry.  We'll right ourselves then fight to enact justice," she mutters and helps him back onto his feet.  Seeing someone usually so boisterous appear downtrodden only added to her distress.  As for the question of leadership, she simply did not want to think of such a thing.  No one standing here could replace their Grandmaster in her eyes, but there are a few she would follow into battle.<br/><br/>"I agree with Ithilnaur.  Now is not the time for taverns.  We need to set up a secluded base, heal our wounds, then come up with a plan for retaliation as soon as possible.  We need to take action and find a way to destroy the foe entirely before their influence becomes widespread.  I know we are all weary, but we have no time.  We have to think of ways to wipe them out immediately," she finally speaks up and addresses the group.  Her posture is tall and her voice is clear despite her wounds and fatigue constantly threatening her fortitude.  She would not let such things wear on her or her motives.