By the time they returned to Avalan, the city had expanded a little more.
Caedos had already decided, it was best to strike while the iron was hot. After all, no one living knew exactly how Morkoth's army had been defeated, it would be their loss not to capitalize on the momentum Ibaeron's collapse had given them.
By the very next day, he had a rescue party to the third city South of Flaeris. The two opposing factions of Fiends were on either side of the Red Plains, even their homes were clearly divided.
The city of Lyvenor was equally walled but with a Hellhound's proficiency in climbing trees, they scaled up the wall with ease. After getting into the city the first time, returning would be a simple matter of warping in directly.
It didn't take long to track down a stable, and before the city guard could realize that outsiders had snuck in, the stable was already in flames, the Hellhounds long gone.
