The approaching sound of Parum coming not long after the two kobolds so swiftly made their exit, Brannor's jaw clenched tighter. On a deeper level he wished to hunt the two small, craven agents of this draconic invader, but that was not what it was he was here to do. As much as not knowing what the prize they so valued above their life was, it was better to press on and make for the keep - other lives, not just their own, were at stake and time was certainly of the essence. Second arrow drawn forth from the quiver, the man knocked it and glanced to the elven woman with a smile that spoke of how impressed he was with her shot, but it faded as the woman behind questioned them... and worse yet, their motives.

[i]"Who are those two? Did... Did you just kill them?"[/i]

Looking back to the halfling, then forward again, peering around the corner of his concealment and the nearby cover, his eyes swept the street. They returned to her in their primal glory as he stood, having surveyed their following cadre of survivors and the orcish warrior accompanying them.

"Collaborators and looters, or worse yet, more of the dragon's thralls." The man snarled softly, careful to keep his voice down but certain enough to emphasize the fact he was more than offended she would ask [i]why[/i] they would kill someone. "And yes, we did. We will explain later, but we need keep moving - two kobolds fled, with whatever prize they sought no less. I would rather not they have more time to marshal their allies."

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