Einarr dove into a column of benches and kept low, counting on their shelter to at least keep himself from being squeezed to death. It could still crush him, right along with the benches, of course, but some cover was better than no cover here.
Naudrek was right behind him.
“So once we get to Arring, then what?”
Einarr hurried along, crouching low, and shook his head. “I don’t know. Yet.”