Alex had wandered past his workshop, double checking that his own magic was holding, as well as the darklings were stationed at the entrance. He gave them a casual salute, then set out to find his friends. Screams kept echoing out over the grounds, but he ignored them. A woman slammed into him, her clothes torn, sporting some bleeding cuts on her face and arms. A shifter was changing form as it ran after her, and Alex rolled her eyes. "If you run, it's only going to be worse for you." And then he stuck out his foot, sending her sprawling to the ground.
He spotted another darkling, and smiled at it. "Where's your Lady, hmm?" he asked. It chittered and ran off, and Alex followed it, finding Elia by the Cauldron. "Ah, so here's where the party is," he greeted her, leaning against a nearby pole.