Damian sensed a waygate connecting to him. Sam did not come through—but he stepped in. They were in midair, a little distance from the large army camp. The two Faerunian transcendents could sense Sam, but they just stayed in the camp—not coming to face them, fearing a trap.
Damian took a look as he flew down—one of the Faerunian transcendents was a familiar figure.
The burned knight. The guy had a left foot made of solid steel.
Damian smiled. What a coincidence. While using the spell to collect the ID of a strong-looking tree, he said to Sam,
"Looks like your Faerunian friend is here."
"My friend? Who?" Sam asked, confused—the burned knight was clad in armor, hard to recognize.
"You travelled with him to Faerunia's capital.. Remember?"
Sam's eyes widened. His face snapped back in the direction of the Faerunians. His expression turned into a mask of hidden anger.
"I will send others. Go easy on them.." Damian said, opening a waygate and stepping inside.
