On their way, the sight of the Goldeagle Tribe—their feathers scorched black, their members wailing in agony—caused Thorne's and Loras's expressions to grow grim.
They had assumed only Drake was in trouble, never imagining the entire tribe had been attacked by the Swarm.
It was no wonder that even though they had arrived some time ago, no sentries guarding the tribe's safety had spotted them.
Soon, a Goldeagle Clansman led the two to their leader's cave in the cliff face. Before they even went inside, they heard Julian's furious voice booming from within, "If you can't save him, then get out of my way! I must take Drake back!"
The cave was clearly filled with people. Someone spoke up, "Leader! The weather outside the Triangle Abyss is not suitable for a long journey right now. Besides, in Drake's condition, how could he possibly make it back to Blackwater Swamp alive? Perhaps we should..."
Julian's voice dropped, laced with menace. "Perhaps we should *what*?"
