The flight across the beach was short and not very comfortable... Vashkar gripped the goblins securely under the arms with rough clawed hands, unfurled his wings and snapped his tail downward as he leapt into the air. The takeoff was a bit jarring as the draku really had to slam his wings hard against the air to lift the extra weight, but it smoothed out once he gained sufficient altitude, as he simply glided the rest of the way across. He carried them over one by one, Jick first, then Quag.
After he set Quag on the ground, Vashkar stayed on the jungle side with the goblins to be able to defend them should something come out of the jungle, being confident that Tealc could protect the other half of the group.
When the bomb-shell went off, the draku's spines instantly flattened as if they'd been blown back by the shockwave, and his pupils widened momentarily. He watched the 'traps' with some interest... more mutated creatures, why didn't he think of that? They surely had to have been engineered to serve this function... the spear-snails could probably feed off the carrion of their kills, but he couldn't imagine how the bomb-shells would benefit from their 'adaptation'. He was curious, but not quite enough to go probing around in the sand to dig one up.
In any case he relaxed a bit once the group was back together.
|"This is where the path begins," he piped, bringing up his polearm and prodding at the ground with the shod end, expecting to find flagstones or the like not too far down.|