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The Forest Tribe were vicious raiders before the coming of their Icon, and you know exactly where they keep their treasures.

"Help me with this!" Alexius says, pointing out a bulky chest. You get it up on his back, then check inside: gold, amber, and uncut gems. Perfect.

You take a moment to look around. The Forest Tribe is fleeing, the Triune gone, most of the warriors slain. The Cerulean Guards are mostly dead, but Therko's battle prowess has turned the tide of the fight. The villagers will return eventually, but it looks like you'll have enough time to take what you need and escape.

Then a wave of heat knocks you off your feet as the Triune's lodge goes up in flames.

"Crowchar!" Vecla shouts. She does her best to help you right yourself. The herbalist looks battered and exhausted, as if she got kicked around during the fighting, but her small limbs move quickly over you to check for serious injuries.

"Vecla," Therko says, his tone hesitant. He draws her attention to the heaped corpses of the Cerulean Guards. Losh lies among them, face up, eyes staring vacantly at the night sky.

The herbalist just shakes her head sadly.

"We have lost some of our supplies," Control reports, hauling the scorched equipment out into the open and preparing for a hasty departure.

"And unfortunately, the Triune made off with the Apostolic Mound's scrolls." Two of her units have claimed the cog—the reason for all of this. However, you count the controllers and realize you're one down from when you reached the village.

"You got the cog, good!" Alexius tells Control. "And I had fun, too, so let's get out of here before they come back." He has a leather bag slung over his shoulder, stuffed to bursting with what he was able to take from the village. He also has an ugly bruise across his chin earned during the fighting.

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