Cidan coughed somewhat as he was tended to, but slowly sat up and spoke. "We need to go." Cidan grimaced, his mask partially shattered, showing parts of the burnt face. "That thing may still notice us." He gestured at the beast, shaking his head. The beasts were fairly rare anywhere but borderlands, but around the crater itself seemed to be another one of them. The creatures seemed to be almost literally a living siege engine to topple little villages, and even towns, if the said towns were first enveloped in the touch of the borderlands. For now, it moved away from the city, though watching it.<br/><br/>The wagons were entering the gate that was conjured up, leaving the pathway clear for others, to that conjured sanctuary, the road itself open now that the twisted thugs lay dead.