Chubat made a guttural, happy sound as the rainbow pattern that had been preventing people from fighting the fire and tending to the wounded suddenly vanished. The townfolk moved with a greater urgency now, as the fire had advanced significantly in the few seconds while they were in magical thrall. The dwarf also noted that the spell hadn’t affected the warforged, who was jumping out of a building holding two children in his arms, and landing safely. The scream that came from high in the air told him that someone had finally nailed the wizard.
Rounding a corner in order to aid a woman whose arm was gashed open, he saw the half-orc firing more arrows at the wizard.
“Gonna have to change my opinion of you,” Chubat muttered. If they survived this he’d buy the f’tesking orc a drink.
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