The Tiger side-stepped in a wide semi-circle to get around Akros, then ran off - heading for the city.
Erras released a breath he was holding, relieved that things had turned out ok... mostly. “I don’t doubt that he is on his way to inform this Tyrian about what happened here.” The Knight wasn’t blaming Akros or the others, it was merely another danger to add to the seemingly endless list.
Gorn approached the group, dragging along the cart wheel. It had a few new nicks in it, but it was still usable if the group wanted to fix the cart and ride it the rest of the way to Dovaan. It even had two horses tethered to the front (quietly nibbling on a grass verge).
“You know, it would be safer up there.” Genii pointed upwards. “You could always...” He made a flying gesture with his hands to Gemma, which was met with a lot of anxious head-shaking.
“I couldn’t... it’s been so long... and I’m a lot... cuvier than I used to be...” Gemma could ramble just as much as Genii when she was nervous. “What if I fall... I could break something... or someone.”