Nartholan was near the bell tower’s entrance, standing outside casually and watching the battle with the dinosaur. It came down with an almost thundering crash, which was when he realized - nothing odd surprised him anymore. After his master made holes in the world’s dimensions, anything could come out. He didn’t realize the extent of the Witch's powers.

A voice filled his mind. “[color=darkred]There is a situation. Braedail’s forces have leaked out near your location, and his lieutenant Dryllis is leading a small band. Have them eliminated; lead them to the heros or lead the heros to them.[/color]”

“[color=darkred]Have them deal with this situation. There is a backup plan if you fail and an additional resource in play. Locate the Witch; she will likely recognise you from your brief interactions. See if she is loyal to the cause…[/color]"

Nartholan took these words in. Folks back at the fair wouldn't trust him; he wasn't very close in with the world, but at least one had recognised him. He would have to act quickly to make them aware of the situation. Having a minion of one of his master's competitors walking around wasn't something to let continue.

With that in mind, he started walking back to the fair.
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“What the hell is that?” Tyson Merbanks muttered as he saw a large monster above the skyline of the road he traveled on, just as it appeared to fall out of sight. He would get to the fairgrounds in a couple minutes, but if there was what appeared to be… dinosaurs.. walking around and falling on things causing large crashes… he put a hand on his sword hilt as he walked, even though he knew a gun would probably be more appropriate. Still, he had always had a tendency to swords. He saw them plenty in some of his visions… worse ones entered his mind. He quickly shut them out.

He would be visible to anyone in the fair shortly, walking down the street with his coat and one hand on the sheathe of his sword.