In the basement, those that were left started to leave. Galtor had lead the way, followed by his sister-in-law, nephew, Gwen, and Trugart holding Verbeitno. What greeted them was fire outside of the home.
The transport that got the party there was on fire. An explosion happened as everybody left the basement. The wave of heat reached them, making all fall to the floor.
The log home was still standing and not on fire.
“I guess you don’t have a transport?”
“No, it looks like whom ever is fighting for this part of the world did not like our ride.” Galtor agreed with his nephew.
Gwen could not take anymore, tears welled up in her eyes. The stress that she was under had to have an outlet. Trugart saw this and let go of the metal man to comfort her.
Galtor seeing this said, “We all have reason to cry, I don’t think now is the greatest of times. We have to get up, put out that fire and decide what next to do.”