"The first village we planned to attack was completely abandoned and I've never seen that happen before," the handsome heir of the Dunn family said as he joined Loman by the wounded captain's side. "Demons don't flee, even when they should. They all think that they can fight us off because we don't have any Inquisitors with us, but this time, everyone had already left long before we arrived."
"A moment, Lord Liam," Loman said, interrupting the young lord to tend to his patient. "Before I remove the arrow," Loman said to the wounded man as he reached into a pouch for a small bottle. "Would you like a sip of Essense of Poppy? It will dull the pain and cloud your mind but…"
"Never," the man spat fiercely before a horrified look flickered across his face as he realized who he'd spat at. "I'm sorry, my Lord Loman, I, I forgot myself. Please save it for those who are too injured to fight again. I do not wish to become a man who needs to escape into the poppy's fog."
