Alexander was being patched up. After being wrapped properly, he grabbed his sword. There was a commotion at the camp, arguing and orders being thrown around. Something serious was going on and Alexander was seemingly upset as well. The captain wrote on a map, scribbling orders, directions, and marking "X" on various parts of the map as well as circling towns and cities.
"You're telling me that there's a dragon sighting? That's the third time this week and no one found it!" Alexander yelled. He never saw a full sized dragon. Crim's was the first he'd ever seen. It was a rarity to see full grown dragons now unless you were one of their cultists, a group Alexander didn't get along with too well unless they sided with the Goldeblades during the war.
The captain nodded. "And that isn't it, I fear. Reports suggest the Ironbanes have captured 3 towns already. They now control Tarrin, Orilon, and Favorstead." The captain revealed. Alexander slammed his fist on the table "Damn!" Alexander exclaimed. The Ironbanes were slowly turning the tides of the war, odds in their favor now. Alexander ran to Leo. "We have two choices and I trust your decision most. Do we search for the dragon people are rumoring about, or do we try and take back the cities we lost?" Alexander asked. He didn't know Leo too well, but he trusted him more than most.