"Hm."
My brows furrowed as I took a step out of the room.
Turning my head and staring towards the right, a scene of carnage appeared in my vision. Holding onto an enormous axe, an orc swung it horizontally, in wild abandon. As the axe moved, it tore the air apart and a whistling sound arose. What followed after was a fountain of blood as the axe split the bodies of several duergars in two.
"Is he the one you brought along with you?" I asked as I turned to face Waylan again.
Taking a closer look at him, my brows jumped up lightly, "That aside, what in the world happened to you?"
Now that I had taken a closer look at Waylan, his complexion seemed to be quite pale. His breathing was rough, and with both of his hands on his knees, he looked to be having a rough time.
