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Feoras winced as the fire barrier fed again. He looked at his people and inhaled making sure to mask anything he was feeling. Anything even pain. He spotted the messenger salamander and made his way to it concern flickering through his features as he gently took the scroll. 

He read it. Then reread it and paced. He had to think. He needed to get there now. He made his way to a hearth and erupted in flames. He reformed in the hearth of fall and collapsed. He stayed there a moment collecting himself. His previously bright orange eyes were more dull as the barrier he had set up slowly ate him in his attempt to protect his land. He slowly stood and made his way to falk the scroll in one hand. If he was to be honest....he best hope at both himself and his land surviving.

He made his way to falk and barely noticed the hound. He swallowed and looked up at his ally. [color=orange]"What can be done?"[/color] his previously fiery voice seemed more burned out. It was clear he was here for help and he was holding himself together purely for the sake of his land.