[color=a36209][h3]Ordam[/h3][/color] [sup]Location: Outer Palisades - Interior + Castle Courtyard[/sup][hr]

	Ordam rose with his wounds newly bandaged and his gun reloaded. He stood slightly off balance as he tried to releive pressure from his wounded leg, and walked with a slight limp. He decended the stairs down to the ground level, spattered with blood that had fallen from the knight he had shot not long ago. It was a long decent at his pace, slowly lumbering down each step as it made his leg twinge in pain. He needed to be more careful he decided, wounds like this would kill him eventually, either through making him too slow to avoid a killing blow or through infection. What he needed was a healer, these wounds bound in filthy cloth would not do for long. 

	As he thought he reached the ground level without noticing at first. It was when he tried to take another step down and his foot struck solid stone before he expected it and threw his balance off slightly that he realized he was out of stairs. He glance around to see the courtyard of the keep far more busy than he had seen before. Hundreds of people, or emaciated ghouls more like, filled the plaza. They fought like savages over any scrap of gold they could get their hands on, but the moment one of them did the others would fall upon the new owner of the gold and brutalize him until he lost the gold and the mob moved on to another. Ordam could see several gold coins circulating through the throng. He stared for several long seconds in amazement, surely he would have noticed this maddness before. It hardly mattered though, the ghouls where so transfixed on the gold they payed him no mind. It was only after he wrenched his eyes away from the maddness that he noticed a dozen soldiers with shields and spears surrounding the chaos, why Ordam could not tell. 

	The Greedy mob seemed to take up the majority of the courtyard and the armed guards blocked Ordam's only visible path to the keep. He cursed and began to examine the courtyard closely, seeing several sets of stairs up like the one he had come from and a barracks.. Barracks? how did he know that? It was just a non-descript stone building, it could be a store room or armory or servant quarters for all he knew. He made his way towards the building, more and more convinced that it was. The door was 'closed' but it hung precariously from its hinges, as if a stiff push would knock the whole door out of its frame. So with sword in hand he shoved the door down and inspected the interior. It was a barracks alright, dozens of cots lined the walls with a footlocker along the center asile. On the other side of the barracks he could see a small shrine, that looked like it was made of gold and silver but he was unsure at this distance. He began crossing the barracks to examine the shrine. When he got about half way across a ghoul, much like the the crazed mob outside, Shouted at him from beneath one of the bunks.

"MINE!!" it screamed

	Ordam scrambled back from the noise, being taken by suprise. The ghould didnt move from its hiding place, Ordam looked under the cot and could see the ghoul had a death grip on a small gold coin but was staring at Ordam with death in its eyes, daring him to try and claim the coin. He didnt bother and continued to the [url=http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/finalfantasy/images/9/91/Dvergr_3_%28FFXI%29.png/revision/latest?cb=20120329045227]shrine[/url] It was an impressive little figure immaculately wrought in solid gold and silver. Ordam only scoffed, gods and magic where not worth his time.