Azgrul had barely acknowledged the elf at first until he had spoken about the commotion. He looked down at him and offered him a small smile. He hadn't expected an interaction with most of the people in the camp aside from when he was giving out blankets or clothes for people to grab. [color=598527]"Certainly isn't rare for me to find trouble sooner or later."[/color] He agreed with a small shrug. He was worried about a lot of things but it was still a fact that there wasn't exactly much they can do about what happened now. They just had to adapt to the new threats that have appeared before them. Adventurers fought to survive. This was no different.

He hummed in agreement. It would take a while before they could find a true counter to fight these monsters. Not even the most skilled of Lowick stood a chance after all. What happened to Saint Reginald was certainly a testament to the challenges that the kingdoms will face in the future. 

The orc looked back at the magic knights, noticing that the girl was still collapsed onto the ground as the knights argued in front of her. His eyebrows knitted into worry. [color=598527]"I can only hope that the king has a plan. Whatever she brought must be sensitive, considering she had ran back into the ruins just to grab it."[/color] He idly responded to the elf but he never took his eyes off of the commotion. He could barely hear them from where he was and they seemed to be arguing about the king's favor or something along those lines. He looked back at the girl and it was obvious on his face that he was not pleased with what he was hearing. Azgrul had half a mind to come forward himself to grab the child and bring her to the medical tent but a knight in red armor had already done it for him. He was the only one who wasn't involved in the argument and he pushed the bag containing whatever the knight had retrieved to the rest of the group before bringing the injured knight to the tent.

[color=598527]"Even in such dire situations, many are still worried about their reputation, huh?"[/color] He observed. As he turned his attention to the other merchants, many have settled onto selling their wares as opposed to simply giving them away. Maybe Azgrul should be glad that he landed a job with such a charitable soul who understood that it was likely that most of the people that had managed to escape did not bring anything with them. Favors were being exchanged and he could see his client waving someone's pouch of gold off. [color=598527]"I wonder how long this camp would stay intact when they're worried more about themselves than about each other's survival."[/color]

[color=598527]"Ah, where are my manners? My name is Azgrul, a Slayer currently under employ with Sir Ein."[/color] He waved towards the merchant. [color=598527]"Though our contract has ended a while ago."[/color] Azgrul was supposed to leave the capital as soon as the clothier managed to set up shop, but everything had happened so fast that they had stuck together.

The Magic Knight from earlier had exited the medical tent and sat down at one of the campfires, sparking it to life using magic. Some have already started talking to him so Azgrul paid him little mind. He seemed at ease so he hoped that the female from earlier was perfectly fine as well, simply exhausted from the amount of magic she had burnt through. Soon enough, however, the royal tent's flap opened up and out came the king himself. Azgrul raised an eyebrow, tapping on the elf's shoulder and gesturing towards the king with a tilt of his head.

[color=598527]"Looks like the news came earlier than expected."[/color]