The chaotic energies of their teleport landed them on solid ground instead of the swirling chaos of mid-battle. Oriole blinked against a dim light, realizing they were now inside a cramped, makeshift structure. Stone walls, hastily patched with planks, maps pinned haphazardly amidst notes and worn weapons….It felt like a last-ditch bunker for a desperate cause.
"You should not have done that," said the knight as she dusted herself, groaning in pain. She referred to what Oriole did during the teleportation. "That was an unnecessary risk."
"And an even more unnecessary sacrifice," said Oriole as he groaned and checked on Caleb. He was still alive after the teleportation. "I would choose a possible death for us all than a certain death for a comrade."