RobinDenstro
The Overseer
Durk stood, well knowing of the battle that had just takin place. He had his fair share of tripping a few humans while he was seated, sipping on his ale. He stood, blood and limbs splattered everywhere, and waded over to door of the tavern. He glanced to the outside world, more carcasses looming.
"They're not done." Durk stated, almost in a whisper to the blood soaked woman before him.
"I know these monsters. They sent too few men. If they really wanted this man dead, which they probably do, they would have sent more. Unless of course..." He sighed. "They're sending the enemy in waves to hide their numbers."
Durk stood, grasping the ax from his back. "Get the boy to his room. The enemy won't be back for some time, and he'll need his rest." Durk leaned against the door, ever vigilant. He knew his fate.
"If they come looking for him, I'll distract them." Durk said. He knew that they were coming. And he knew that the boy wouldn't recover fast enough. He stood by the door, his shield now grasped in his hand, his ax well held in his palm.
"They're not done." Durk stated, almost in a whisper to the blood soaked woman before him.
"I know these monsters. They sent too few men. If they really wanted this man dead, which they probably do, they would have sent more. Unless of course..." He sighed. "They're sending the enemy in waves to hide their numbers."
Durk stood, grasping the ax from his back. "Get the boy to his room. The enemy won't be back for some time, and he'll need his rest." Durk leaned against the door, ever vigilant. He knew his fate.
"If they come looking for him, I'll distract them." Durk said. He knew that they were coming. And he knew that the boy wouldn't recover fast enough. He stood by the door, his shield now grasped in his hand, his ax well held in his palm.