[A desperate whisper crackles over the network, so hoarse and strained as to be barely recognizable as Barrow:]

Went… tits up. Shit’s fucked. Griffons gone. ‘Starion’s out, I’m hit.

[He coughs horribly.]

Stop it, you’ll make it worse--

[Tiffany’s voice starts distant and barely more than a whisper--gets louder as she gets closer, though she never lets it get above a whisper. There’s a brief scuff of sound as she takes the sending crystal from Barrow.]

This is Seeker Hart. Shit is only ninety percent fucked, but Barrow was right about the first and last parts. We are--the three of us--entirely alive, but without griffons or a good way out. We went down in the Silent Plains, fleeing the base. I can try to give what details I can--please, anyone that can offer assistance. We can hold out for a bit but we need rescue. Or reinforcements.