Kara and Stormrider returned, four older men in tow. Stormrider had one last quiet conversation before the other men left.<br/><br/>"We have a plan," Stormrider said. "But we need to hear what the others have found before we make it a definite plan. How are our two injured friends?" he asked Tea.<br/><br/>"They will live," Tea replied. "She owes her life to her brother, his magic protected her from the worst of the blast." Stormrider had put the armour they had returned to him on. He looked even more formidable with the armour on, leaning on a sword which looked like it had been forged for him even though it had been created long before his birth. "How do I look?"