“I- I wasn’t attempting to flee,” the Blackscale replies, leaping back from the wall as though it were a danger. “I was just… I thought you fallen,” he continues. “Honorably fallen in service of Rashaak,” he corrects. “I’d intended to, um, report to the High Priestess…” he trails off, then brightens. “Shall I take word of our victory to her now?”<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the direwolf snuffles and snarls, its chain clanking against the ground as the creature shifts uneasily.