Cyril cursed. Oh, what perfect timing you have, Cyril. Now the necromancer's getting ready to kill you with his undead army of - what the hell was this? A Minotaur, another elf, Death reincarnate (again), and... these strange creatures that looked like... dwarves? No, too short. Orcs? Definitely not. They looked like elves... except with no pointy ears. 

"I know of some ruins nearby that can house us all"

"You mean the old Lycan fortress, ma'am?" Cyril scratched his head. "Well, the old stories say that when fleeing from a horde of ogres, a band of adventurers hid their loot here. The ogres never found it, so I expect there'll be prizes to be won." Cyril's frown turned into a ghost of a smile. "I've actually been planning to explore it for a while... much better with more eyes and ears."