Miller waves off Naugus' outrage, trying to look like he's fully in control of the situation. No telling what's going through his soldiers' heads after participating in this whole ordeal. "You think I was planning this? You should be thankful I didn't have you drop me in Colombia. Could be dealing with the cartels."

He gets an eyeful of the mage's wound and grimaces. "Jesus. Snail wasn't kidding. You really did a number on your shoulder. For future reference, it's better to leave the slugs in there until you can find a surgeon.

"I'd offer you a medic, but something makes me think you don't want to stick around." He paces over to the portal trees, expecting Naugus to follow.