This is Tk'ya'pk. Tk'ya'pk has been having a bad month. It was bad enough that the Slaan had to summon him and the other handlers into a battle just as he was about to sit down to his dinner, but now this. There were tales, of course, of individuals or entire units being summoned to battle, but not being unsummoned when it was over. He had it on good authority that those stories were true, from a friend who knew someone who'd been alive after a battle but never returned home.

He just never thought it would happen to him...

Composing himself, he decided to see if anyone else had been left behind. He quickly discovered several other handlers like himself were in the same boat, as were a handful of other skink warriors. Gathering together, they discussed their options, but even collectively, weren't really sure what to do. One of the skinks had heard of a place called Hammerhall, and suggested that they might be able to get home from there.

But how were they to get to Hammerhall? They could run, but it would be a long walk. Likewise, while there were almost fifteen skinks in their group, they didn't have a lot of weaponry amongst themselves. Tk'ya'pk and several others were handlers, capable of training and dealing with the salamanders and other dangerous beasts, but they had no beasts. Maybe that was where they should start? Find some new beasts? They were at the edge of a large, shallow sea, so there had to be something nearby...

Oh, and no I don't know why the picture went sideways. It isn't sideways on my computer...