BACK at the castle...
The unpleasant ordeal from earlier was unacceptable and one of scornful derision in Briceus' perspective. The disturbing screams of the maidens when the darkness erupted the hall of Tarmath, earlier on, could not be easily forgotten or forgiven by Briceus who hated not being in control of everything.
Together with Zeke and some sworn knights of nobility, Briceus hedged on as they mounted ahead on the large hallway. Briceus proceeded on his path, in all majesty and preparedness for 'What' or 'Who' would dare to come at him and his squadron from any angle.
Zeke was as skilled in sword usage as the other knights who acted as escorts, but to Briceus, if anything out of the ordinary were to stare them straight in the face, he was certain that the mantle of doing the protecting would fall on him than the Ones who should have been protecting him.
