[center][h2]Manzur Iman[/h2][/center]
Manzur welcomes Cicero’s hand as both men firmly shake hands - letting go after a few seconds. “Demonfolk killed everyone,” Manzur says in a straightway fashion, befitting his stolid mannerisms. Manzur bushes off dust and grime from his spear tip with the leather side of his gauntlet as he mourns the death of his comrades quietly to himself. 

After that, Manzur points back to his own watchtower off in the distance. “There, a friend, demonfolk. Been with me for a time,” Manzur quickly fires off, speaking in a broken sentence structure so as to not waste time on his end. Manzur rests his spear on top of his shoulder and relaxes his shield position - looking towards Cicero and then Gwyn for answers of their own.