It looks like a gang turf war as the people keep piling out of the large jagged hole in the wall.
Yakya walks ahead of me and behind me are the young ones from Drummand with drawn swords and spears in hand, Thessen and his Knights take the right flank and Daveen takes the left.
I know they can send any of their arrays towards me as if sensing my thoughts, Thessen turns his head to meet my eye.
When he sees my mouth curve into a slight smile goosebumps cover his arm.
The group ahead of us is diverse in race—species, and gender.
There are half-sylphs, humans, and some beast-kin that have fur covering their whole body.
Daveen cringes at the sight, her beliefs teach her that Useja has deemed these non-human people unworthy of blessings.
She no longer wears robes, she matches the attire of those around her, brown leather pants and leather armor atop a green tunic.
