I started out as a Forester you know. I'm not sure what possessed me to apprentice and follow those fools to the island.
"Emile," I say weakly having just opened my eyes again. I see him rush away from me with his mace held high. He's chanting and it starts to glow.
I see Axton surrounded by short shadowy opponents. If Emile is joining the fray, it's bad. Where the heck is Albion?
I see a bright blue light streak toward one of the creatures. When it strikes him with a splash, he drops. That wail. Oh crap. This is where Ovrianna should strike.