The warriors began to arm themselves, lifting large logs to batter the enemy with, until they could find a more suitable weapon once they engaged the enemy. Barthole stripped naked, only taking his dagger with him, to hunt for food, hack through thick vegetation, and defend himself if he encountered any anything hostile on his journey. ''You have done a brave thing here, Captain, our great nation shall not forget your bravery, may the stars guide you to the afterlife'' Barthole said, his emotions racing.

As Tomaous prepared to leave, he turned back to Barthole, and spoke for possibly the last time ''Farewell, Barthole, may you walk in light in the dark times that approach.'' Then he turned away, picked up his club, and charged along with the rest of the survivors. All Barthole heard after that was lost at the sudden beating of Bronze upon Bronze as the Nadrak hordes advanced upon the remaining survivors. The the sudden sound of Bowstrings twanging and a deathly silence followed...