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 [color=fff79a]"First Templars, now dogs? This lot is not quite right in the head"[/color], Evelyn thought to herself as she considered what she'd have to do now. Continuing along the walls she came upon Bartuc and Ruinil who seemed to be a moment away from kissing. However it did not come to the captain what was happening until she had already spoken, [color=fff79a]"Bartuc, the group is about to depart for the hive. Are things here settled?"[/color]. 

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Kiss ruined, Ruinil not remembering him, the smell of a man whos never bathed before.. It was all becoming too much for him but what could be done. Bartuc silently resolved to throw the barbarian man into a freezing lake. That solved one issue. The main problem now would have to be the Kest. "Yes, captain. For the most part. We owe the bugs a great deal for what they did on the road from Starguard and I aim to have the Hive king and queens head on a pike." He saluted the knight captain as she nodded her agreement and went to the stables as Bartuc stayed behind on the wall.
The moment everyone was gone from sight he sighed and sat on the wall, thinking of events to come.

"Could be worse." he mumbled to himself, stealing a glance over his shoulder. With a shrug he fell backwards and off the wall. Unsurprisingly, he landed in a heap upon the snowy floor not far from the bloody remains of the dog Gonad must have crushed in the way down. Two of a kind.. 
Bartuc stood and stretched, wiped off the snow and blood, and made his way to the stables. His horse already had a saddle, and its packs contained a few supplies for the road. Satisfied, he mounted the courser and waited for the rest of his group. 

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Marcus stalked the halls deftly, another shadow unnoticed by even those who served as sentries. Fools couldn't even be counted on to kill ONE fleeing girl? His ire was more towards poor aim than the fact the woman had been a half-demon. Thanramere templars were in need of retraining if they couldn't hit such a target. "Problems for another day!" He growled, making his way to the final destination. Glodins forge room. In Marcus' travels he had procured many interesting charms and trinkets, some he had never bothered to use, and one he had used often. Blightbreaker, his fabulous pistol, rested in the custom holster on his hip. The night and the dream had found hold on Marcus and convinced him of the necessity to make a better effort to fight. 
A faded leather bound journal rested in his front pocket, re-written from the dwarven book he had found years ago, perfectly copied to a newer and less fragile tome. The original rested in Marcus' private trunk. Marcus had tried for years to find a translator but nothing had ever come of his efforts. No dwarf would dare read the tome, and many others had tried to steal it from him. Something in the tome was worth a lot to the bearded folk.

Though he had not been a part of the forgers dream, he had been told it contained war machines of steel and magic. Even now the Craftsman was likely working on a new type of rune to aid others in the fight. Marcus knocked on the door to the forge and hoped that Glodin was in there.