You slump to the floor, your vision clouding. You await another grim blow.
But then, outside, you hear something.
The sound of horses.
In the maelstrom of combat Sol has followed his bodyguarding instincts. Released from the grip of Hospitality he has slightly unceremoniously hauled Rowenna onto her Palfrey and started to mount a rouncy himself.
Sir Idres screams in despair, with Feld blocking the way he will never catch them.
(Sir Idres has failed in his task. He loses his inspiration and suffers the effects of shock.)
2d6: 6 + 2 = 8
4d6: 4 + 2 + 5 + 4 = 15