Garsin started to come to. Through hazy eyes and a cracked glass in his visor his vision wasn't the best at the moment. He felt he was against a wall and he propped himself back up. As his vision started to clear he could see a woman and a large man watching him. He was breathing weakly, but he was hanging in there. He turned his head toward the two and attempted to talk. "From mines...east of here...did anyone m-...make it?" he asked them between raggid breaths, hoping beyond hope that someone may have escaped the attack on his town.