As Javali I see the traitorous dwarf hurl multiple men into the lake with a large spell of fire, I shake my head at Ulyssan. "We're both getting out of here alive," I say before turning to the rest of my men and yelling: "Follow me. We're taking this ship home!" I point at the vessel behind the dwarf.
As we rush toward them, the dwarves pale. Even though Redpath's men are few and weak, their opponents are getting stuck between two fronts nonetheless. Skirvar seems drained, unable to cast any more spells. I realise the irony of the situation.
"Now you're the one getting backstabbed," I yell at him while starting to cast what magic I have left. I just hope my pursuers won't get here in time...