As Lyrique is walking among the people of Drell, tending to their injuries, he notes most of them are in pretty good health. Perhaps a little hungry and cold, but nothing much more than a scrape or a bad bruise.
Boromin limps up to Lyrique, carrying a stout cudgel. "I see yer parents are not here, lad. One of the other fellers told me he saw them being shuttled onto a longboat.
"I hope they're well. What are we going to do to help them?"