With a sharp cry, the figure fell again, swiping out towards Kagan as it did. In its flailing, the figure's hood fell back, revealing grey skin and green eyes. However, that was not what shook the orc. He... He knew this face. As another rushed through the door, Kagan caught it with a flurry of bows and tore back its hood.<br/><br/>#74 must have seen it too, must have known. These were fellow slaves from Tannow's home, or they had been. Now they moved unnaturally, even when beaten down numerous times they continued to rise and to fight, trying to kill Kagan but mysteriously leaving the elf unharmed apart from pushing her aside.<br/><br/>Kagan immediately asked the question 'who is outside the house' quietly to himself. It had to be Tannow. Well they couldn't fight these things, and they couldn't run out the door. Through the window it was. "Get ready to run," Kagan said, as the ghouls that had been his friends suddenly slowed. The master was coming.<br/><br/>As soon as a shadow set foot in the cabin, the orc grabbed #74's hand and bolted for the window, ghouls exploding into new wrath and chasing after.<br/><br/>In her mind, Number heard a strange, otherworldly echo. The voice, however, was entirely familiar. "Number," Tannow said, "come back. Come home."