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Taethion looked on as the Slimes began to encroach upon them. The globulous, multicolored oozes crawled their way into covering all exits. It would seem their final stand is upon them and as Taethion held on to his sword, he prepared to fight to his last breath. Then came the unthinkable, a large breeze of wind pass them and with came flying Slimes! "Just how many of these things are there!?" he spoke aloud. Just then the largest Slime he has ever had the displeasure of witnessing flew over their heads. It's wind so powerful it vacuumed their wagons, their supplies, and most of the Slimes with it! "What in Dedarius's good graces is going on here!?" He shouted. As the Wind Slimes blew over their heads, it seemed this was a blessing in disguise. The openings are cleared and these remaining Slimes are not gonna stop them from moving on.

He then turned his head to look at the peasants they've rescued. A smile formed on his face, at least they've done a good thing here. He listened as the Mother recounted her tale of woe. The Slimes have deprived this village of Appleton of it's main resource, it must be in dire trouble, even worse than Andril was. He felt terrible to hear that the people were suffering so, even to the point these two would risk their lives to escape. He bowed his head before them in condolence to their troubles. Then they offered to lead them to their village and with the group's current state, a rest sounds well deserved. He then bowed his head again before them, "We accept you generous offer and I will be honored to protect you both on your way back to Appleton. After all my companions are worn and could use some rest and healing." Taethion spoke to the Mother. "May you show the way if you could?" Taethion spoke, holding on the Sylphine as he took his other hand to grab Herod's reigns as he prepared to follow.