Hank stays with Kylar, relieved that Reylorna's still relatively
alright. He watches the plane crash for (to him) no explicable reason.

He says, half under-his-breath: "Okay... I've got a shiny nickel for
anyone who can explain what just happened..."

"Maybe the planes here are just crappy."  Roy considers a second, then
says, "But they can build rayguns, so you'd think they'd be able to
build planes, or flying saucers, or something".

"Nobody builds machines like that", Kylar says softly, "It was a relic
from ancient times, in the days before the Golden Empire died in wars
and plagues.  The Guardians do not trust us with such things today,
lest the terrible wars of the past repeat themselves".

Meanwhile Dharak jogs over to Ryzar, grinning and nearly giggling --
which, given the fact that he's covered in kandar blood, makes for a
macabre image. "Brother, I've seen a thing or two in my day, and I'm
sure you have too, but that," he points to the plume of smoke and
flame pouring over the ridge, "has got to beat them all. Reylorna just
saved all our lives -- and who knows how many more, if that
contraption had been able to continue with its devilry."

He looks around. "Do you think we should take the time to track down
that escaped cat-thing, or should we just put as much distance between
us and this place as possible, and to hell with that creature?"

Ryzar, still carrying the corpse of Jaldaric, had been knocked down by
the last blast from the flying ship.  When Dharak arrives, Ryzar is
down on one knee, preparing to pick up his friends corpse.

"By the Flame!  Dharak!" Ryzar exclaims, his eyes going wide as he
sees his blood splattered companion, "What has happened to you?  Are
you injured?".

Hank looks around to take inventory of his surroundings. The events of
the last few minutes are still fairly unexplained, to him, so he
stands his ground- hand creeping, however reluctantly, to the pocket
where he put the beam weapon.  

The scene is quiet except for the voices of the group, and the
occasional bird singing.  A plume of black smoke rises from the place
where the craft crashed.
--
Tim Hall
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