A series of foot steps accompanied the sharp moans of an injured gnome, that fateful evening. As the two sounds began to come closer to one another, the gnome's moans began to turn into begging for aide. With a flash of a sword, all hope of rescue was lost in a single instant. As her visage rolled off into a corner, a tall, ginger-haired man appeared next to her assailant.
"The chamber below was destroyed by the crumbling stone. It has not reacted well to be infused with such power! As for the beasts, one remains aliii-"
The man raised his wizardly companion into the air by the throat.
"Bring it to the council..."