Marching On

As the party made their way, putting the colorful tent and crumbling tower behind them, Brotor couldn’t shake the thought from his mind. Never had he seen such wanton disregard, nay, disrespect... indifference toward life.

Perhaps it was all for the best that they parted ways without any bloodshed, but he hoped to find the mage again one day and do away with him. Sirus might not be such a bad companion to have around in a tight spot where words can win over weapons. Nearly tripping over a fallen tree, Brotor snapped out of his thoughts and continued scouting.

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