The Wind Listens
Junior Member
Taaron, just outside the Hall of Hospitality
Taaron watches the rampaging soldiers taking prisoners and burning down the village for a short moment. Then he unwraps his golden sword from the cloth it was in, puts it over his shoulder, and turns towards the two other guests that exited the Hall with him.
"Barricade people into wooden houses to protect them from a mob of pyromaniacs?" he asks. "I don't think that's such a good idea. You two look like you know how to fight. I would welcome some help, but I'm putting a stop to this madness alone if I have to."
Taaron watches the rampaging soldiers taking prisoners and burning down the village for a short moment. Then he unwraps his golden sword from the cloth it was in, puts it over his shoulder, and turns towards the two other guests that exited the Hall with him.
"Barricade people into wooden houses to protect them from a mob of pyromaniacs?" he asks. "I don't think that's such a good idea. You two look like you know how to fight. I would welcome some help, but I'm putting a stop to this madness alone if I have to."