"Your friends seem to be off again," An unfamiliar voice came, "The castellan mentioned something about the attackers and our mill, the sort of thing that might interest a mercenary sort like you. None of it happens to be my business though."

Brannor awoke not from sleep so much as he was roused from his dreaming twilight, somewhere between the place of wakening and rest. He immediately set eyes upon a guardsman who, with shield affixed to his arm and truncheon at his hip, filled a mug of ale from the keep's stocks. The tapping of the old kegs was likely something the men were granted as reward for their defense against the dragon as it wasn't as though there would be much coin to offer them now or even soon. The hunter could only think that now, with the town so tainted, the last thing anyone desired from outside the keep was water. Regardless of whatever ethics these people had he then watched the guardsman put the pewter tankard to his mustached lips and nod.

"I'm sure by now you've noticed we're short on everything at this point." The man spoke again and shrugged when he finished, filling the container once more with drink and starting his way up the halls, step after step.

It certainly was no lie, the guard's words, as these people had lost just about everything in spite of what little that was to begin, no less to an attack launched by kobolds; overgrown, scaly vermin. A dragon's company aside of course, but whatever business that beast had was likely its own.

Shouldering the tremendous sword across his back, Brannor returned his gauntlets to his hands, tightening the fitted, supple leather that sheathed them. His bow and quiver were not far from rejoining him either and as soon as he armed himself again, he followed the route the rest had taken before with exceptional ease; people, unlike animals, were easy to track for any number of reasons, even in their environment. It was not long until he rejoined them, the sound of his chain and hide moving with each footstep through the closed, constructed caverns.

At first they might not have noticed, but just as they thought the door shut behind them, a familiar and tremendous silhouette followed.

"Either the all of you are exceptionally brave or particularly foolhardy..." He said with his low, reverberating tone, "... or you just simply forgot we are outnumbered."

It was plain as the bright moon between the ash laden clouds what the imposing man meant; they hadn't the luxury to work with fewer numbers and whatever it was they were up to now was already insane. They had hewed through a number of the enemy, enough that their foes would notice whenever they took account of their standing army, but this was bordering the same sort of madness the old druid seemed partial to. How many more times would they venture out into the desolate streets, only to skirmish with a far larger force?

"It doesn't matter - whatever this is, I trust it to be important somehow."

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