Swamped

"The sandrunners are going to be real upset," Barb mutters, as she mounts hers. Seems the others aren't even waiting for orders.

But you can't just leave it at that.

"We're taking your advice. But I don't intend to let this be the end of our conversation. I want an actual meeting once you're done with whatever you're doing."

There's some angry shouting you can't understand. Seems someone there doesn't like that idea.

"We can give you a meeting, but don't expect much to come of it. We'll be at the base of the eastern foothills of the Jawbone Mountains in two hours, assuming at least one of us makes it out of here alive."

The upset voice shouts some more, but the voice that spoke to you seems to be talking them down. Well, not much use sticking around here.

At least, not at close range. You do have a pair of long goggles with you.

Of course, you're doing this responsibly. You start by scouting for the wizard - they're not hard to spot, or rather the sand swirling around them isn't. But you can see there's someone in the middle of it all, floating, with a glow around one of their eyes that you think you've seen before.

You direct everyone else away from the incoming storm. Hopefully, the wizard isn't going to be concerned with you if you're not in the way.

Hopefully.

When you think you're far enough away, you risk a glance at the confrontation. Unfortunately, the wizard seems to be descending into the hole, so you won't get much of a view...

Wait. What's that?