“A what?” the greybeared dwarf exclaimed with disbelief.
“A tornado of fire,” Scavo explained. “Or a fire-spout. I don’t know what it is. Janiven is still on the road and I don’t know if she could give an eye witness account. But the carrier pigeon we intercepted described a giant pillar of flame shooting up from the middle of Westcrown. I’m worried about The Children there.”
“Ahm worried about me cousin. I shoulda visited him there sooner, but,” Thodak paused. “But, you know. Duty. A dwarf always has his duty. Well now, my duty is to my cousin. I’m going to Westcrown. I will send you a Sending the minute I find out the status of The Children.” He then held out a broad hand to the slender leader of a movement. Sclavo frowned grimly and took the dwarf’s hand.
“May Grundinnar and Kols guide you on your journey,” Sclavo says.
“May Iomedae light your way.”