[hr][b][center][h3][i][color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#746f6f]Location:[/color] Tower 2F
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]N/A[/center][/b]
Now if there was one person out of this lot that Nor could come close to describing as caring about, it was Sana. And not because he actually held any genuine fondness for the woman (although she seemed quite lovely. Knew how to make good work of that giant boar bastard), but because he wanted the power that came with maintaining a positive network with a member of royalty. He didn't know all the details of her past and how any noble status was more or less bunk these days, but even if he did he's argue that regardless of actual status, even the mere possession of a royal name or bloodline was enough to hold considerable sway.

So when Sana turned around, tears in her eyes and ran alone upstairs where that bloody mage was up to who-knows-what, Nor's first instinct was to not let her run off alone into a trap and get herself killed. Because then he'd be stuck in a necromancer's lair with a bunch of tallfolk with nothing to show for it other than the satisfaction of stabbing a few things. Which while pleasant enough in the moment, wasn't a very profitable use of his time. So the dwarf darted up the stairs after the bard to find the giant clusterfuck that waited for them.

[color=#746f6f]"I knew I shoulda slit yer throat when I had the chance! A mistake I won't be makin' again!"[/color]