A small crowd of sympathetic onlookers followed Klane's lead and closed in to aid the injured men as soon as the Southern Pralannians's left. The fallen Rider, who Klane had first approached, having satisfied himself that his friends were still alive and being taken care of, exchanged a few brief muttered words with them and then once again urged Klane to help him reach his brother. Klane agreed. Though not far, it was a slow and difficult journey through the streets of Ironhope. Klane's companion was in a great deal of pain and could only limp with a lot of support from the younger man. He introduced himself as Ethan from the Thranish Rider tribe and said his brother’s name was Gillan. "This was no accident", he muttered darkly. "That fight was planned a long time ago." Then as if he'd said more than he should, he lapsed into silence broken only by the occasional gasp of pain and a heartfelt curse when he stumbled.