Taph stumbled aimlessly around the forest, running into trees and bushes. He had run away from the group of survivors even as they yelled his name and chased after him. He shivered, robes billowing in the wind.

He felt as if he was a caught in a nest of his own tripwires and Subspace Tripmines, if one wrong move could set off the trap. The mute demolitionist leaned on a tree before crumbling to the ground and holding himself.