As long as she's shouting, she's alive. That's something, isn't it?

Ellis tells himself he isn't actually worried for her. She's going to be fine, one way or another. Or she will be, if he can just—

The magic ripples across the ground and pings off something bright and mostly obscured by overgrown foliage. Ellis dives after it, raking his fingers through the grass. Something slices his finger (glass?) but he comes up with a large flat gold coin.

"I have it!"

Whatever, he can shout that. The issue now is the lack of light. Ellis shoulders his mace anyway, begins running back as he holds the coin up, trying to read the word carved into it.

"Kill it if you can!"

Because Ellis's patience is dwindling, and delaying to parse this word isn't worth anyone's life.