A moment before he'd been scavenging what he could from his last former 'home' of Haven. A few torn magical notes here, some preserved elf root there. But all the treasures he'd managed to recover were forgotten in an instant, dropped to the ground at his feet at the same moment it felt like a chunk of ice had dropped into his stomach, terror tightening his throat as it all started to happen again. Demons and monsters in Haven, with far too few people near him to actually do anything about it. It's a weak magical barrier, but he throws it up anyway as he clutches his staff with both hands. Demons. Possession and horror and-

And then there was a person. A normal human looking person, stuck down there with the demons. While he doesn't run forward, he does at least shout as he throws another barrier to surround the poor bastard that had (clearly) been in the wrong place and gotten stuck in this mess.

"R-ru- Get out of there!"