[i]Indeed, the Trayven soldiers had begun to retreat, as the great flame that had sparked within the encampment swallowed up those within. Screams were cut short, by the fires of the end, as Elina was silent in the arms of the Witcher. Only to repeat, over and over:[/i] "...We lost. We lost." [spoiler]Fin? I'll get a new post up shortly.[/spoiler]