[hr][h3][center][color=00aeef]Ferrian[/color][/center][/h3][hr]Ferrian's  ears twitched as screams were heard. He turned his head to what seems to be a flaming tent. Dwarves and humans began shouting that the other started the fight and quickly took up arms. Some others, like his stunned acquaintances, didn't immediately turn their blades against the Dwarves. It would seem that at least some of them retained a sense of peace. But the white haired Manakete couldn't quite bring himself to care. This was not his fight - this was not his war. His war ended long ago. He turned to look at the merchant and her royal customers - all of whom were in a state of disbelief. Understandably so. Even as the others stood up, he remained seated while calmly drinking the tea offered to him.

At the sound of Kazador's voice, he turned his attention to him. He was angry and confused. Rionach even more so. She was disgruntled by the sudden change in atmosphere. What once was simply tense was now completely hostile. Truly, humans are such fickle beings. Then again, he couldn't say that they weren't themselves. Even mighty dragons were prone to destructive tendencies - personal experience speaking. However, before they could all decide, Rionach was already calling out to the royals who had been near them. She offered them protection in exchange for a way out.

[color=00aeef]"You short-lived ones always know how to mess things up."[/color] He grumbled to himself as he heaved himself up.

He turned to the others and then gave them a sharp nod. He looked at the incoming soldiers - Archanea, he realized they were from. Ferrian had no intention of fighting them nor was he too keen on siding with one side. Both were not at fault but at the same time were. With no clear antagonist - everyone practically was. The Manakete knew better than to meddle with the affairs of these… mortals. He lost a whole tribe to their ambitions and conflicts. But if he were to be forced to, he cannot assure that he could hold back.[hr][h3][center][color=ed145b]General Luna[/color][/center][/h3][hr]Luna looked at the mercenary Jerod who questioned her presence here. Offering him a meek smile, she explained her situation. [color=ed145b]"I had gone off to search for a soldier of mine who was lost in the chaos of mingling - though by the time I came back empty-handed most of them had already gone off. Figured it should be fine. They know their orders."[/color] This might give the general idea that she wasn't good at leading her own unit. While this couldn't be farther from the truth, she didn't mind if everyone believed so. After all, this was her fault. She doesn't mind showing incompetence - especially if the only one who could actually bring harm to her position is Sordan and he was from Tellius. [color=ed145b]"I've grown a bit tired of keeping my focus on them, so I figured to I stay here and let them rendezvous on their own."[/color] She finalized, not even bothered by the amount of information he was sharing to a mercenary and basically anyone else around the campfire.

The light conversation droned on and Luna happily listened. It was nice to hear a fresh set of voices instead of the usual she would come to hear in the training hall or around the palace. It was the same old voices. She always had this rush of feeling whenever she hears new voices - it's the main reason why she loved training new recruits.

An explosion erupted suddenly coming from the main tent - her eyes widening in surprise. In a second flat, she was up with her hand on the hilt of her sword. What came next was one of the soldiers shouting that the Dwarves betrayed them and the Dwarves saying the same thing. Luna's head was all jumbled up. With her loyalty to her nation, she should certainly start attacking a Dwarf, but they weren't in the wrong. It wasn't clear yet. They were approached by Kazador who demanded an explanation coming from them. Rionach expressed that she didn't know. Luna knew no better than the woman from Valentia. She looked Kazador straight in the eye and said, [color=ed145b]"We have no idea what's happening, but with the main tent ablaze, I do not think this fighting would end."[/color]

Spotting Archanean soldiers marching towards them having spotted Kazador's small group with them, she wanted to take action. She heard Rionach inviting the young royals to get the hell out of there. She nodded, agreeing with the Valentian. [color=ed145b]"She is right. We need to get you all out of here. Naga knows you're the only ones who haven't been terminated from that explosion."[/color] She regarded all the royals present. They needed to get out. But she worried for Kazador's group. [color=ed145b]"Kazador, come, let's get out of here and gather our bearings!"[/color] She eyed the small regiment of Archanean soldiers. Should they come, she needed to exert her authority on them. If they didn't spot her by now, she knew she would have to speak up to stop them.