[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/lgoLNi9.png[/img][/center] [indent][indent][b]Kastilus:[/b] Despite the circumstance, an air of nervous tension nary befalls the robed gebtleman's face. Nay. Rather he steps too, not even backing down an inch from the detestable creatures assailing his mercs, he's apparently confident in his purchase. In fact, he breaks from the Theurg's succor, moving by way of the creeping pair, Ashür and Lyun.[i]"It is as Iddin says! But you know of divine speech? I wouldn't peg such a dour coin-blade a Theurg as well!"[/i]

[Center][Sub]Kastilus moves six tiles to 20-28[/sub][/center]

There is no response. Ashür clearly focuses his attention here on for the the battle ahead.

[I]"Aaaah, Mystic then. . ."[/i] Kastilus muses, standing tall as his guards begin their gambit.[/indent][/indent]