The Brilhado swarmed all about, their full malice turning toward the encampment. "Where is he?!" they screeched. "Where is our prize?" Draynor watched group after group fall; Tralin held them off the city proper, but their advance left the people dead. Tralin had been truly startled and frightened by their arrival but the reason soon became apparent enough. Against all odds the communicant had somehow escaped them and they sought him out with malice. "What?" Xander asked, startled. "King Draynor, you cannot mean to take the front." "I have spoken, Darin. Give the order."