Luck came in the form of a tall, ninja-esque figure with a massive sword strapped to his back.
Doran flagged me down from the sidewalk as I ran a red light on the edge of town. I pulled over with a screech of tires, halfway up onto the curb, and leapt out of the car.
I left the engine running, left the door open, and left the keys. It didn't matter, not when Doran was already sketching one of his void-space doorways in the air right there on the sidewalk.
"Thank you," I said, and I'd never meant anything more in my life.
Doran nodded. "All the humans are out of the way of the trolls," he replied, moving his hand to widen the gap enough for me to step through.
"They could spare me for five minutes. You're on your own from here, though. I can't take the time to come with you. Fenwick insisted on leading the charge himself, and who knows what he'll do without me there to talk some sense into him."
