Erevan stands hesitant for a moment. Every fiber of his being screams at him to get the hells out of here, but then... it's Derendil. Fellow elven prince. It's not right.
Realizing his forte is not strength and that closing in would be suicide-by-quaggoth, the elf wiggles his fingers and whispers a word of power.
"Derendil, we are not your enemies. Remember who you are. Remember!"
OOC:
Casting the Friends cantrip. Yes, I realize that even if it works, Derendil will become hostile to me afterwards. Let's just say Erevan isn't thinking long-term.
He is completely unresponsive to any verbal communication at this point. Just as Drum and Shuushar seem compelled to move away from the monster Derendil is seems compelled to move towards it.
Drum squirms loose of the pack and starts waddling towards the gate behind Shuushar. Orsik stays with them. Without your guide and your interpreter you'll be lost...
Trying one last thing, Erevan creates the illusion of a wall right in front of Derendil, hoping to slow the elf down enough for the barbarian to grab him.
OOC:
Minor Illusion cantrip; creating the vision of a brick wall.