<div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">Immediately after the dragon departed and the magic disappeared, Ragnar took off, sprinting towards the temple, allowing his anger to control his already impulsive body. He picked up any stone ruins he could, throwing them off to the side trying to clear a path. "Damn that bastard to the wraith of the gods!" Ragnar snarled as he continued to throw parts of the ruins, any stone that he could lift.</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Brynn stood there in an eerie silence once the group had dispersed. Any sign of fear had vanished from her face, only inward emptiness remained before she walked off, searching through the masses, searching for anyone that had moved, anyone that showed any sign of having a chance at survival. </div>