"And that would be before I got to them," Archimedes mutters as he follows, clearly disliking the very idea of someone messing with the mounts he left tied up outside the half-collapsed entrance to the city.

He walks a few steps behind Merlin, watching the man's back carefully for any signs that he had overworked himself while he was down here. If there's any sign of it at all, he'll place the palm of his hand lightly against the back of the wizard's shoulder to steady him up.

"Most people got out?"