The short time away from one's own thoughts proved to be the period of time the child of the Lioness needed to place consideration in options and weigh the nature of the situation at hand. All of these things had become far less than ideal, for the simple plan of approach he held initially was no longer going to be an option. These mere mortal men were happy enough, barring a few exceptions as the green eyed of darkness and the reluctant gnome, in addition to the wayward dwarf, to throw their lives away upon some dragon errand. This posed no issue, in that there was no true loss to be had - the marked man and the sword bearer both no friend of the savage aspect - but it did strike as unnecessary.

Two dragons to guard but one relic, not terribly far from the ruins of the city that was Waeldeshore? A relic no less required to thwart the demonic presence? "The Red" did not trust the words of these "adventurers" of the mortal realm in the slightest to succeed in this matter as some seemed so sure in. Their heart, body and mind upon the matter, no less their spirit, were in the wrong place. It began to draw wonder to his thought if they had ever laid eyes upon a demon before, let alone met one in battle before this all transpired - before this city was left in part to rubble and ash. 

While the wildman sought his answers within through spiritual wisdom, his bestial stature found itself in the shadow of what was one of the city's gates; now no more than great sundered stone heaped upon one another and splintered wood. Abandoned as it was, no man able to enter or leave through it, this place was quiet and mostly devoid of onlookers. This was the reason he chose it, for so close was it as a point to the land beyond, and so far was it from the city here.

Content in acceptance that there proved to be little other option, "The Red" adjusted the thick pelt of the hide breastplate, working his soul-touched hands to secure and tighten it down. From breast to boots, he ensured every stretch of his humble leather armor and its primal adornments were readied, ending it all upon the hilt of the bronzed scimitar.

It was time to return to the green eyed woman.

Rubbing the massive claw strung across his throat, the savage nodded before turning from the gate.

[@The Fated Fallen][@IcePezz]