[color=f7976a][b][h3]Zeidgram[/h3][/b][/color]

Zeidgram gave a slight shrug to Galahad's reply. [color=f7976a][b]"I shall take your suggestion into consideration."[/b][/color] He said in a bored tone, before turning his gaze away from him and then to Arton who had asked if Leifur and Noelle were alright. It was in a calm tone the mage replied back to the tall warrior. [color=f7976a][b]"As in not dead or severily injured? Then yes. They are indeed alright to my knowledge."[/b][/color] The bluehaired sollan allowed a moment to toy with his hair using one of his fingers, waiting for Arton to return to the hallway and the rest to form up.

The voice of what he assumed were one of the soldiers rung into the air, followed by some brief interaction between Neve and Izayoi. He sighed softly, looking down at his red coat. Somehow a small drop of blood had landed on him when Leifur had dealt with one of the assailants. That's why he so much more prefered to dispatch his enemies through magical means, it was much less messy. Then again, perhaps it was unavoidable in this quest of cleansing the world, that one would eventually have to wade through the grime to get something done. 

He couldn't help but hold each of the realms with contempt, it's self-absorbed leaders which had allowed this blight to spread to this point. In addition to all their petty wars and bickering over material wealth. A part of him felt that they deserved everything that was coming their way, yet at the same time there were still people remaining in the world which had the... light? Yes, that's what he would label it. People who were able to see through the display and charade put before the and see things for how they were, and from there set forth to alter the world. A balanced world was needed, but not a stagnant one. How many of the lords of the realms wanted to seize the power behind the blight? Too many. That's what he was certain of. They would use the power to make their own realm reign supreme, then give rise to more useless wars based on greed.

The red mage ceased his ponderings and set his red eyed gaze on Arton which had returned to the hallway.


[color=f7976a][b]"Indeed, it does seem like our dear limbtaker is enjoying herself, and judging by the recent re-colouration of the walls, I suspect the negotiations are over."[/b][/color] It were with determined steps that he passed by Galahad and Arton, hearing Arton and Izayoi's voice behind him. The mage braced himself and stood still for a moment, his right hand near his belt, ready to defend himself would he need to. He suspected there might be some probability of strong... reactions. The limbtaker had some clear deal with Valheim, of that he was certain.

[color=f7976a][b]"If there's something war should have taught you, limbtaker. Is that it is easy to take lives, but much harder to save them. Don't get too carried away with olden foes, be in the present and focus on the future, lest it shall elude you forever. The past cannot be changed either way. Much like our task haven't changed, to Osprey we should go. If you do wish to save others that is? Unless you people have gotten a change of heart? In such a case, I will be on my way alone. My resolve have not faltered, not for a moment. Let Leonhart and his followers deal with these reckless raiders..."[/b][/color] The red mage kept looking over his shoulder, his red eye darting towards the others, a slight smirk forming on his lips.