There was a cry in the distance; for those who cared to look, the mist had cleared enough for them to see two figures on horseback, both on the ride toward the landing area. The first was a woman in light armor, her red hair cropped short. She held a broadsword before her, calling out to the crew as she approached. “Out of the way, idiots! Don’t you have the sense to run?”

A dark-haired man followed closely behind, his expression dispassionate. There were villagers trailing after the two of them, but they were on foot, and likely wouldn’t be able to reach the landing quickly enough to provide reinforcements… if reinforcements might even make a difference, in a situation like this.