'End of the road, my friends,' the voice of the Treeleg, 'permanently for some of you.' Garagogarag looked at him as he smiled. It was rather sinister, even for a thing so funny as the Treeleg. As Kamnar left, the huge Tree-Mind stood and made his way out after the orc, the cart creaking in complaint. Standing up before had really gotten a bad reaction, he would have to stay seated in future. It dawned on him that, while he thought of the future as a given, perhaps it was not so for the others.
Looking around and listening to the screams and the undoubted sounds of battle, Garagogarag wondered if the eternal sleep could really take him here. No, the Life would not have brought him here if it was only to die. He would live, so long as that was the will of the Life, so it would be. The guards attempted to chain him, but his thick arms were far to big and the Lanista waved him to the side. The huge oaf had not attempted escaping before, he would not do so now.
You know, if you chose to walk away right now, no one could stop you... the thoughts of the child penetrated his mind and Garagogarag considered them for a moment.
The Life has willed. We must as the Life commands obey. the child stared at the bearman's big head for a while. Even as they understood each other and communicated on this most intimate of levels, the child could not truly say it fully understood the bearman. Neither could Garagogarag say he understood the child, but they were inextricably linked. Garagogarag was certain that the Life had willed it such.
Once all the others had left the cart, and were chained, they were led in single file into the building on a cobblestone path. Garagogarag took up the rear of the line.
'Ye're not planning on taking that kid into the pit with you now, are ye?' the Skytalon's voice reached him. He was the last to have been chained and so was right before Garagogarag.
'The Life has willed. The child shall remain. No danger shall befall it.' at this, the Skytalon let out a disgruntled click, was that not a tad foolish? Powerful as the Tree-mind was, it could not expect to defend both the child and itself now, did it? Or was there something more to this child? Perhaps it could fight or use magic...after all, it did not act like any normal child at all.
Eventually they came to a circular room of sorts, and a second corridor led further down. Garagogarag's ears could still hear the sounds of cheering and fighting. It was all coming from somewhere further down this corridor. He wondered once more, if there was a creature so mighty out there as to bring about his eternal sleep.
Frettzo,
Vec,
Lord Zee,
Double Capybara
