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Anchor awoke to Captain Alassander's shouting and pulled himself so that he was sitting on the side of bed. Normally such a call might inspire some haste, but from what he saw of the Captain's personality last evening Anchor doubted there was much truth to the : incoming orc attackers. :

Taking the time to stretch out his sore leg before dressing and putting on his brace, Anchor for a brief moment thought that he could smell the salt of a cool sea breeze. Something had changed since yesterday, and something had noticed him.

Shaking his head to clear his mind, Anchor grabbed his gear and headed downstairs to find out what exactly was going on.

Anchor gives one last look at the new group and then follows Tortetarte into the Inn.


"No objections from me."

Anchor replied as he looked between the towns new owners and his own group, unsure of where this day has led him.

"I still pLan on heading out to retrieve the towns previous inhabitants once we are rested, though. They may have issues with this occupation."


"I'm not so sure of that..."

Anchor raised his voice, calling to whoever dispatched the last goblin from inside the inn.

"Come out, friend! The town itself has been cleared of these scavengers!"
Anchor, too, makes his way closer to the new arrivals, going over the details of the attack on the town in his head. These horsemen may have more information to help figure out what is going on.

As Marcon calls out to them, Anchor raises a hand in greeting.
Anchor also crosses back to the other side of the broken bridge, safely using the robe to cross this time.
"Yes, well, we'll leave you to attend to your final duty."

Anchor said, motioning to the body before them, before turning and making his way towards the door. Half way to the door, he turned and said,

"We will pass word on to the others that came with us with the caravan about what happened here. Hopefully they will be able to catch up with it tonight or in the morning, depending on if they join us in the search for survivors. It shouldn't have gotten far before stopping for the night."

Anchor bowed his head slightly towards the group before returning his cap to it and leaving the keep.

"There is an actual "Nightstone"? I had never thought of the word as anything but the name of the town. All of this destruction simply for that?"

Anchor crossed an arm in front of his chest, and placed his other hand on his chin as in thought. It was evident that what happened to Nightstone was beyond anything that the Emerald Enclave had anticipated.

"If these caves are as close as you say, it shouldn't take us long to search for your people. We can also keep an eye out for this flying castle."



"Where did the Giants begin their attack? And which way did the people flee?" Anchor asked. He understood the strain that the guards were currently under, and would try his best not to play into the hand of the brashest of their group, who he could feel was looking for a fight to make up for the battle they had lost.

"Just outside, we have a few guards of the caravan we traveled with. We could have them send word of what happened here to their next stop while we aid you in searching for your people."

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