Ruinil stood outside of the inn, leaning against one of its walls. In the distance, Ruinil could hear an occasional faint booms and the soft glow of the burning buildings from the fighting nearby. The town was surprisingly calm despite the hell fire that was engulfing the Stargard. It was quiet, but Ruinil knew that it wouldn't last for much longer, as she knew that the cultists would soon find the the surviving Templars. 

"Then hell will break loose here... We can't let these innocent people die for our war...." Ruinil murmured to herself. The interrogation was still under way and it seemed that it wasn't going to end any time soon.

In the distance she watched as a man, whom seemed to be quite flustered, ran around the village as he could in search asking for a group of Templars. Her interest was piqued. She walked up to the young man and with a calm expression. "Why do you search for the Templars of former Dawn, mortal?"