[center][h1]Dmitri, the Holy Shield[/h1][/center]
[@Lucius Cypher][@Royaletutor59][@Elevation]
	As the group stood contemplating, an Orc walked over and took action for them. As he handed a bedroll to one of the other men there, he instructed them on what to do. "[b]Lay the man onto the bedroll, and we can carry him into the temple safely. Be quick! He'll bleed to death out here, but at least he might survive if he's taken inside.[/b]" Dmitri turned to El, smiling brightly. "It appears the man shall live. Thanks to his help." Dmitri observed, nodding to the Orc. "It was fortunate he came." Dmitri's smile faded. "Unfortunately, most others? Not so lucky. It pains me to see City of Bridges in such a state.” He pondered his encounter with Elithiana. “At least something good came of this encounter." He said, looking at her.

	The people of this land seemed to be kind. It would be nice to visit this land when he next got a break. It was much warmer than home, and there were many different kinds of scenery. He did like Praele. Life was...unforgiving, but it was home. However, the idea of clear skies, and a sun not obscured by clouds was almost too good to pass up. It was one of the reasons he accepted the assignment given to him. And who knew? Maybe once he was too old for fighting, he could hang up his armor, travel here, and relax for the rest of his life. Maybe even settle down with a nice woman. He smiled yet again, getting caught up in the fantasy.