[True to his word, Asher does show up, if only a couple of hours later.

The coat of armor that Sieglinde had gifted him for his birthday has been tucked under his shoulder, now covered with soot from his excursions through the smoke. It appears as though he's gotten sidetracked, cheek bruised only slightly.]

You douchebag!

[Asher's huffing and puffing is interrupted by a few coughs here and there,
seeing as the air quality is absolute shift.]

Next time, say somethin' before you head out all crazy like that! I know this is probably the little leagues for a guy like you, but seriously...

[grumble grumble complain complain]

Why you gotta be goin' up against knives 'n swords with your left nipple out, like...? Bruh.