Faeril hurt. His feet hurt from travelling fifteen miles a day. His palms hurt from where he had scraped them against the tree, desperately holding on to it to avoid being flung like the poor bastards that the bandits had taken prisoners, sent flying through the air to die painful deaths. The rest of his body hurt from the rough sleeping he had been doing the past couple of days. While it was better than sleeping upright in the cart, sleeping on the cold ground was never comfortable. Sleeping on the cold ground with ill-fitting clothing was worse. Sleeping on the could ground, with ill-fitting clothing, while ash fell from the sky as a symbol of the wrath of the gods about to crash upon the peninsula that you happened to be trapped on was even worse. 

Faeril had spent much of the past two days offering prayers to the gods, hoping that they'd at least spare him and most of his companions when they brought their judgement down. He would not have believed it had he not seen it with his own eyes, and then had what he had seen confirmed by those all around him. A dragon, bigger than some cities, battling some sort of demonic creature. The battle cries were loud enough that he could hear them clearly as they tore each other apart. Faeril had watched in a horrified awe, pausing in his attempt to stab one of the bandits too death. He had to shield his eyes from the flash as the two titanic beings crashed, and then was thrown into a nearby tree by the force of their collison. The wrath of the gods was all to easily felt as he clung desperately to that same tree and rode out the violent winds and fires.

The gods were not angry at him, at the very least. After finishing off the remaining bandits, he had been able to find one of the crossbows that they had been using. Much to his delight it was even in good condition. He had expected the bandits to have been using and abusing their crossbows to the point of uselessness. The bandit hadn't been taking perfect care of it, of course,  but that was something a couple of days of proper care and treatment was able to fix. The crossbow had barely left his hands and never left his side since had found it. It made him feel whole and complete again. It made him feel like he was ready to take on whatever the Blood Coast had to offer. 

He had even discovered a dwarven bandit amongst the corpses. While the other dwarf had been a little taller and wider than Faeril, his clothes were better than the tattered rags he had been given in while a prisoner. Besides,  clothes that were too big on him was a problem a semi-decent tailor could fix. If he could ever find one in this city. 

The gods had even seen fit to send him more allies. Two of them seemed like they would be more hinderances than they would be helpful, but the girl was quiet and observant and that was more than enough to put her in Faeril's good graces. He didn't need or want another person that would talk more than necessary. They needed someone who could kill without qualm, and that seemed to be what they got. Plus, the trio seemed to have just enough morals so as not to be an issue. They hadn't attempted to murder Faeril in his sleep, or at least try to kill him while he was pretending to be asleep. They hadn't even tried to run off with their hard earned weapons and supplies which was a good sign. They still weren't fully trustworthy, of course, but they had proven that they were at least willing to stay around and help out. If only for a little while longer. 

Faeril looked around at the city walls adn the people around them, before looking back at Raddek. "Not much of a diamond, is it? I'd hate to see what the other cities look like." In comparison to the Thundrim of his home, this was nothing more than a sprawling hovel filled with dirt and-. Faeril scowled, his back aching as the memories were cut off. It didn't matter what this city looked like in comparison to his home city. This was the only place he could go now. Especially since the gods had cut off any chance at returning with the crash and ashfall. Faeril allowed himself a grim smile at the thought that maybe, just maybe, the guards who had brought them down had all been killed by the impact and the ash soon after. 

"Well. Shall we head in then? I don't want to be caught out here any longer than I have to be, and I'd guess anything we need is going to be inside the walls rather than outside of it."