"Brannor." The imposing, armored man replied as he removed his grasp from the necklace.

The symbol's luster having returned, no longer caked or smeared with fouling dragon blood, his hands fell to his sides idly. The summoning guardsman was as much a blessing as he was a curse, for while his voice spurred the reminder there was work to be done, it forced Brannor to recall that he and his compatriots were only so ready at the moment. Perhaps the governor of the keep and its city could spare, at minimum someone with restorative prowess if the dwarf was more the fighter and less a healer as he proclaimed to be.

He strode to the smaller, burly man's side, looking back across his shoulder for a moment. The few menders that minded themselves with tending to the wounded were not including the large figure that the champion had seen earlier; it was strange, uncomfortable enough to present his back to it, but there were other matters more pressing it seemed. The worst Brannor could imagine was that the marauders were amassing on the keep in the smoky night, protected by their aerial ally or even their master. He delayed no further, looking to the dwarf in the dim light again.

"I take it that since you claim the forest as your home, you are one of its keepers?"

It was not like the human to begin conversation in this manner, but as with the elf and the half-blooded orc, there was a sense of familiarity to it all. The adornment of animal hides and furs along with the wildness of the red beard, tamed only by wooden charms provided enough added insight that the man was likely a druid or some other adherent to that art. Curious, he went so far as to ask; there was more in common among the two than one might initially think, after all, and those of the druidic art were more few and far between than say the priests of gods.

Gesturing slightly to continue their walking and discussion, the worn chain of his armor clinked slightly as they moved through the stony walls of the citadel; "It is in part what had called me here, at least it was before these dragon-servants attacked."

Brannor admitted as he moved past a few men undoubtedly making themselves ready for whatever would follow next on this night; there weren't many of them, uninjured or readied to arms at least. The enemy had made itself a potent threat between the concealing flames' smoke and the security of their ally drifting across the night. All the same, the sooner he could free of these walls to push the enemy back - with the means to do so - the better. They needed to turn the tide, lest the entire endeavor be lost altogether.

"While these woods are unfamiliar to me, others beyond are not so. So it is strange that I felt any compulsion to be here... which is why I asked earlier." He remarked, furthering down the path he had set himself upon in the discussion. 

These matters were all linked as he took it, but that was not a difficult question for him to start - if they truthfully were or not - as he wore his faith in this inwardly and outwardly; a man adorned in the trappings of the natural world physical and that supernatural too. There was not a reason to doubt him, at least on these matters, for few men's blood ran so primal and blessed that it gave them eyes of gold.

"But it is worrisome these omens - the dragons you've seen, the fight we are still fighting and my calling. I fear we are just getting started..."

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