Dagon wasn't sure who to trust anymore. He had been betrayed, back stabbed - and worst of all; Zephyra had been hurt on his account. At least she had been awake now, and she was fine.
The stab wound he had obtained looked pretty bad already, being that his body was a husk anyway. He would need donated flesh soon, or it would eat away what little body he had left.
He refused to allow Zephyra to offer up her own as a sacrifice - and so there only hope was to either go back to his fortress, or go to Azier's home.
The swordswoman seemed to want to choose herself as she spoke with a firm voice.
"We should leave immediately. Whoever would be loyal to you is probably dead. We are doomed to die if we put off our moves any longer. I don't care what Amyra thinks - you're coming with me to the castle. Azrianna can fix you up there, and you can protect the place when Azrael eventually comes to take us back to his castle."
