Ranar Bolijyr
Ranar squeezes through the doorway, drops to one knee, and lays Jibril down quickly with a grunt and a gasp for breath. He might not’ve been heavy, but long and floppy and awkward to carry when deadweight. Especially with Ranar’s shoulders aching so.
Looking up at Blue Hawk and Nicolas, he says “There’s s-s-some runes-not-runes Um… calligraphy in there. Like what we saw before. Words that aren’t words to me. If that matters now.”
Hefting his shield and hammer with a wince, he moves up beside Nicolas, crouching low, ready to defend what’s left of the team - at least, as well as he can.
