Drake/Guy/Azalea/Conan
As the battle escalated behind them, Azalea and Conan fled. Were it not for Haste, the machinist would not have been able to keep pace with the young and able-bodied squire. Yet not for anything but the nostalgic sound of Thundaga behind her did Azalea decide she would somehow send the mage her gratitude.
Naturally, Drake, Councilor Drake, would hear thanks as well. The Bards Guild paid its dues just as the Thieves Guild cashed in on what was owed it.
But it was not the time for such ruminations. Scan again lighting her eyes, Azalea steeled herself for the difficult journey back. She let Conan lead the way, trusting him better than herself to find the swiftest path back to Shieldwyrm.