It was back to work in short order, a blessing the man counted, never mind the nagging, lingering questions if they somehow succeeded or was this just the way things were going to be from here on out, assuming he ever failed to escape. The rest had all disappeared and now the man was given a far, far larger and heavier crate to move... one that was notably more silent as well. This revelation, as he hefted the wooden thing with astounding ease in the grip of his worn hands, spoke to him further than it regularly would have. Before his ears were alight with sensations, activity, focus, but now in this odd quiet, he could truly comprehend something ever more strange was afoot. Of course the voices of the boisterous mercenaries, cultists and their scaled vermin pervaded the camp no matter where he went - the enemy was everywhere after all - but this period of interlude afforded the armored hunter a means to an end with isolation of another kind.

Perhaps this was part of what was to test and temper him, that same compass unknowing that drew him to Greenest at all before the attack, that time that almost seemed so long ago before. Before a night of fires, smoke, raiders and raids, dragons and dragonkin. That before when he was wandering in search of a place to be and things he needed do there. This was no happenstance, it could not be realistically. How else would he have ended up here, a thing such as he, in the heart of the enemy's camp hidden in plain sight? The others were nothing short of divine messengers or agents, odd ones at that, likely even unknowingly outside the young priestess who had called upon a magic none too unrelated to his own. Yet, whereas she tapped it from outside, he called his own internally.

That same reserve of inner power proved to be his inner resolve, for as he dragged the crate along in clinking march with the other captives, he could not help but lift up his hope that the rest had succeeded in just whatever they were doing, yet at the same time he thought urgent thoughts of haste. It was an ongoing effort to keep all that was within retained and restrained, for it desired nothing but to burst free of the shackles and flee, no less killing anything and everything in reach, although at the same time it was just a great of struggle to not simply lash out where opportunity arose; a roiling mixture of emotions and thoughts, all of which needed to be shut out, thankfully at ease with the monotony of the work that began again.

There were other matters to focus on... the sights, the sounds, the smells, the distractions rather...

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