Karl teleported to the mage and nodded politely.
"Thanks for the help. I was getting tired of running around trying not to get smashed."
The Dwarf laughed. Smashed by an Ogre Club is what happened to him the first time he engaged the enemy.
"How many of them did you get so far? Have you been luring them to this spot?" He asked professionally.
Karl shook his head. "I was with the group for the first few in the middle of the city, by the healing tree. Then the two who were at your body.
Then the nine here.
I'm going to have to move again, I can hear more Ogres nearby, but if you wish to lead the civilians here to safety in the middle of the city, you can.
I have assistance, as you can see."
The Mage shook his head. "Let them hide where they are comfortable. There are plenty of underground tunnels and boltholes in the city for them to escape through. It's better to let them stay in an area they're familiar with. It will increase their chances of survival if they're attacked.
