Chrys turns to swing at the fleeing man, his pick just missing the basher's coat as it cleaves the air. Yaga then draws a dagger and throws but luck seems to be on the stag's side as the blade barely misses the back of his head, clanking agianst as stone wall before returning to the bladeling.
The sound of fleeing feet fades into the fog, leaving group with a messy quiet street. Either the buildings around here are abandoned or folks are to peery or smart to stick their nose out and get noticed. Alfgar finds that no matter how much he rubs or scratches he can't get the splashes of strange symbols off of him or his clothes and indeed the other members of the surviving group will find the same for them. Even Chrys', who can break himself into pieces will find that no matter how he rearanges the pieces of his body, the strange swirling symbols remain on the surface.
Rahgon seems not to have noticed yet as he goes back down the street to his fallen friend. Grabbing the dead goblin's hand he shakes with anger and mutters "Damn it... we were just about to make it too..."
Yaga is first to gather up his things quickly, the bladeling knowing to get while the getting's good. After a seemingly cheerful he turns to leave just before a startled cry echos down the streets. All sound seems to hush and the pressure of the streets silence grows. The silhouette of a giant skinny figure takes shape in the fog, its form slowly drawing closer with calm measure. Its hair draws you attention, a puff of long white fluffy drawn up into the air like a candle's flame. It doesn't take half a brain for anyone who's not out of touch to realize its a Dabus, the figure floating a good foot off the ground, its blank white bearded face looking down the street at you lot as it stops when you first come into sight.
"Pick it, this don't look too good..." Rahgon suddenly speaks, looking down the opposite end of the street as two more Dabus come up the road, stopping to stare at you with stern faces, their well worn but well maintained robes cinched up by heavy belts caring various crafting tools. "What do we do boss?" the goblin asks, looking to Alfgar as from the third street and final exit another pair of the Cage's maintainers emerge.