Arrowyy escaped the crush long enough to report that it ran steadier than the old invasions, then sensibly remembered he had work. Meho, denied an undead paladin of her own, promptly declared war on every such paladin she might meet. Restrictions do give a person focus.
Blaedy defended Arrowyy’s dwarf beard from a friend’s rude little theory, which became an examination of what everyone might be compensating for. The verdict, after considerable professional consultation, was thirst. It explained more than psychology would have.
Meanwhile the starting lands were said to be starving under a stampede of heroes, each awaiting the same unfortunate boar. Meho called this justice for the eager. Blaedy proposed letting the rush exhaust itself while the others pursue a different adventure. A sound plan, therefore unlikely to survive contact with Saturday.