Before he saw her, the humble priest of this small town, he heard her approach, one he assumed was to find them all after their ordeal with the dragon cultist; her departure then was for the better at least in that moment, as her newfound rage could have overwhelmed what seemed outwardly to be a demure and unassuming spirit, ruining their efforts. Not that Brannor disapproved of this awakening he knew only in part based on what he witnessed of her tonight, but at that very moment it would not have been timely. Not as timely as this arrival at least after he had given it some thought.

[i]"Brannor. Anything important that the prisoner had spoken about?"[/i]

"Perhaps, depending upon what you consider important." Brannor stood to his full height, rather than stooping forward and into the blocked stone of the crenellations as he had been. "The woman went on some rant about a 'queen of dragons' and that the 'wealth' of your town needs feed its hoard. As you can imagine, simpleminded fools flocked to such a rumored power and have since created marauding bands of scaled thieves and other mortal servants."

He addressed her thereafter in person, peering down to her like a wall of mismatched, worn, warped armor, "But all I took from it, of actual importance, was that they have a lair somewhere in the region with dragon eggs."

There came a lull in the nighttime conversation between the two, the words allowed to settle in and soak with meaning. She received the exact thoughts the huntsman had in mind, nothing more and nothing less. All of the finer details were irrelevant, unimportant and largely the ravings of an insane woman beyond apparent redemption. Fitting she died such a swift, easy death as her smaller draconic friends; doubtful what they would get in return if the circumstances were reversed. Brannor had no intent of being captured, as being caged or confined was as good as death - only a few things stood to change that. One of which he plotted within mind at the moment now, revealing it to the young Chauntean cleric.

"I intend to track and kill their number tomorrow, as well as however long it takes thereafter." He said.

The words were as cold as any hunter setting out to do his deed. They were plain, as though he was indifferent to the notion of having to kill man and woman to do so. Granted these people were addled by some monster's power, enchanted and enthralled by its allure, but the indifference was almost monstrous on its own.

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