"Just put it over there Azgrul, thank you."

Azgrul nodded as he proceeded to place one of the merchant's boxes onto the ground close to the wagon. They had been lucky that they were able to take the entire wagon out of the capital city while it was ransacked by those monsters. The clothier had agreed to give away most of his merchandise to the people - especially since most of the refugees couldn't bring anything with them during the escape. Azgrul opened up the crate and inspected the garment inside. It was by no means anything special, but it should be enough to warm the people. 

One of the guards came so they can distribute the items inside. Azgrul gave them a nod before moving back to the clothier. [color=598527]"Rough day to be a merchant huh?"[/color] He asked, watching the man go back into his wagon to survey his inventory once again. He had also decided to sleep inside his wagon so he wouldn't take up extra space. 

"Very much so." The clothier responded with a heavy sigh. "Had I expected that we would be walking right into a massacre, I would not have left Mynol." He shook his head as he covered up the box he had been inspecting and gesturing for Azgrul to come inside. The orc obliged and carried the box and they both climbed off. "Do you think the same fate will befall Mynol?"

The orc's grip on the box tightened. [color=598527]"Hopefully not."[/color] He knew his family were all able-bodied and his younger siblings all have some capabilities in a fight. However, those monsters were on another level. They were in the outskirts of the kingdom and he doubted that they were well-protected. [color=598527]"Do [i]you[/i] think it will?"[/color]

He gave Azgrul a small smile, filled with sadness and fear. "I think it would be likely." He gestured towards an empty spot where Azgrul deposited the box. "I do hope that our king is more prepared." He eyed the tent that was set up for King Lowick himself. Azgrul followed his sight and zeroed in on the Magic Knights. They had been the elite warriors of the kingdom of Lowick - but even they couldn't provide the safety that they promised when the beasts had attacked. "Though, that seems unlikely as well."

[color=598527]"You're right. I don't think anyone can be prepared for something like that."[/color]

A girl - blazing and heated - skidded to a stop in the middle of the camp. Azgrul wasn't the most observant person, but she definitely looked like she had burnt through her entire magical reserve and then some. He exchanged glances with the clothier as she called out that she had obtained... [i]something.[/i] He looked back at the trail she had left behind, fire dying down slowly but no doubt coming from the capital city. Had the royal needed something within those walls? 

The orc moved to help but quickly stopped himself as the Knights arrived on the scene and took care of it. He crossed his arms, watching as they hauled the woman away to a healer, he presumed. Did they have a plan? Was there something they all needed to do? Azgrul wanted nothing more than to do something aside from helping the clothier with the distribution of goods.

He was a Slayer, after all, and there were beasts out there who need exterminating.