Fire spread all over the floor, scorching everything in its way. Ghwynmyr looked at his back and saw the flames chasing his buttocks, licking the edge of his armor. Urfaal carried Orphella in his arms and dashed as fast as he could, while Adaloun was having the same predicament as his dwarven friend.
"Yah know…Yah should've had a plan!"
"I have now!" He replied.
"Wuzzat?!"
"Don't get your ass burned!"
"Gods' balls!"
Adaloun ran as fast as he could and tried to pick up Ghwynmyr, but instead he got a slap on the hand and a glare from the dwarf.
"Don't yah dare." Ghwynmyr said.
The two of them kept on running as the rain of fire continued. In a desperate attempt, the dwarf scooped dirt from the ground and blew it towards Tristam, creating a thick blanket of dust. That was the small window of opportunity they needed for them to hide.