A floating, umm, jewel case(?) appeared overhead, attached to a giant green and white bladder. In the bow of the jewel case(?) stood a majestic figure, arrow cocked and pulled back to her ear, pointed unerringly at Bera.
“Save him” she said, indicating the still-falling @nevarmaor.
“But Sharan, he didn’t pay the full price. Besides, you’re a healer not a sniper.”
“My name is Mila. Save him.” And one arrow went whizzing within millimetres of Bera’s delicate left ear, replaced instantly by a second loaded and cocked to Mila’s ear.
“But, but … ok.”
And @nevarmaor’s headlong dive was halted at the very last instant as two of Bera’s minions grabbed him by the waistband.
“Ow, ow, ow, wedgie!” @nevarmaor screamed.
“That was worth a diamond” Bera commented, smiling catlike.
Soon all the rescued heroes were deposited on the far bank of the Danube, only a little the worse for wear. Mila floated down in the balloon and delicately stepped onto solid ground, the bow and arrows stowed away, umm, somewhere. “I am going to have to keep that in mind” thought @nevarmaor. “No telling when they will suddenly appear again.”
Mila walked up to Proteus and handed him a brand new hanky. “I heard you lost yours recently.”
The bedraggled heroes looked around at …