[Meliora would soon find that her injuries did not last long. Once Rory saw the river of oil, and her unique but effective escape route, he prepared a healing spell for her. Soon as she entered the building, her cuts, scrapes, and burns healed over. One was in relative safety, now for Tyrnen, who seemed to be having some sort of issue with himself.]

Cry later! Move now!

[Now was not the time to be feeling sorry. He put the knife away and grabbed his shield. No more spells, just fleeing. Once again, he moved to scoop up Tyrnen and made a run for it. It simply was not possible to take the high route while carrying a full-grown person so instead he used the oil to his advantage. He threw the shield down and used it to slide over the oil at a high speed. It was effective, for the most part. At this speed, the wichts had to worry more about them than the other way around. The only problem was that there were no brakes.

When they neared the door, he leapt off the shield and grabbed the doorframe so they both stopped safely. The shield crashed somewhere further inside, but it was better than smashing their heads on the ground. Rory had a few cuts and bruises from a stray wicht strike and a stain from a corndog some sad steun threw. And Tyrnen…?]