"A warrior never stops growing, and nor is he too prideful to accept the guidance of his elders."
~Tasmiya Shaik
CITY OF EIZGÁR
Gistavier Inn
Monday
7:15 a.m
The morning of judgement, and reckoning had embraced the Asharren warriors. Ironically, heaven's decree, and retribution would be meted out by the dreadful demon that stood before them. This had been their fate. This was their fatal end, no prayer or plea to Azarr would pardon them from their punishment. For they had incurred the wrath of an ancient slumbering beast.
"Now that you have all been attended to, and the situation has been handled, perhaps someone would like to explain the situation at the Britstar Tavern?" Erazeal folded his arms across his chest, and awaited the miscreants' justification.
