In the permeating, albeit unsettled calm after the assault on the door, the men of the keep having thrown in their lot in full to great effect, there came about a particular sense of relief at the success; however small their victory was, at least now the enemy at the literal and figurative gates had no easy path and would need fight for any inch once more.

Exhaling with a breath of earned relief, the dusty, still blood tinged air filled the outsider's lungs again when he drew it back in. Brannor eased his shoulder from its place of pressure as a swathe of guardsmen rushed in to meet the gap he relinquished, fortifying with haste they hadn't displayed earlier. Perhaps the threat being so close to home struck them with chords of energy they originally did not know they had; all the same, mere moments later and they too were heaving dry breaths, a few leaned against the stone of the keep's walls, soaked to the bone by their own sweat. A series of metallic groans then echoed throughout the halls as chimes to this endeavor's end, the last few bars slid fully fixed into place.

The dwarf was long on his way out now, waving aside the men still working while speaking authoritatively, followed closely only by some sort of mage who had made a sudden appearance. Brannor never bothered to ask who he was or what he did - it was more a surprise the man showed at all to begin with, disappearing only as the castellan dismissed him. The deeds needed done were over now, thankfully. The only other matter the man set himself to before the collective saw themselves out was the retrieval of his rope and an odd exchange with a guard who witnessed the entire thing. Reasonably so, the man had never likely seen such a thing as binding a prisoner like some sort of wild animal, let alone the enormous human responsible for doing so.

He quietly followed without further comment thereafter, allowing the dwarf to take lead as he did with each determined step. Escobert's voice almost booming while he spoke, he addressed the four next after, having led them a ways back into the heart of Greenest's defense.

[i]"Well 'en, I would recommend ya get sum rest now too. I'll need ta get tha report as to how dem nasties actually got in in tha first place. I trust we'll see each other soon enough."[/i]

A small, huddled crowd garnered the hunter's attention after the man said what it was he had. Not far down the way from the port in an alcove, several of the gathered faces quite familiar as the children they knew earlier in the night and another, far more elderly one he was unknown to. There existed a brief exchange of glances between the two, the man's old stare seeming to see into him and the others that stood before Escobert, before returning to his tale with a laugh at behest of a child. 

It was an unusual sensation initially, but soon proved more understood as the elder worked some form of magic to elaborate on his story to be told. At this distance, regularly the man in dim candle light might not have been understood, but Brannor's keenness of ear lent him some success.

[i]"... Then. The messy tomb began to err crimson, thrashing to a regular rhythm, then abruptly a lanky, springing fountain was ejected. Atop the tachycardic spout, stood on a vessel, two adventurers remained with the skewered deity’s still-beating heart."[/i]

The children and the elder continued in turn after, but it seemed there was not more to be told, at least not now and it was at this point Brannor gave his acknowledging nod to the appointed master of the keep and its management.

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