Following her away from the blazing in that was once hers, Astaroth watched the old woman's figure closely. He half expected her to suddenly turn and strike him, but it never came to pass.
The closer they got to the central tree, the more restless he and his party members became. Especially since they were still two members short.
Astaroth's anger had receded a bit to the back of his mind. He was still angry, but the rage had passed.
"Excuse me, madam Isarrel. But where are you bringing me?" Astaroth asked.
He wasn't against being guided directly to the center of the city, but he felt like his time could be better spent right now. With the corruption rapidly spreading through town, he could put his blade to use.
The old woman turned her head to him a bit, her stride forward unabating.
"That artifact you wield. I recognize it. I was tasked with bringing it to the king in a not-so-distant past."
