Offering little more than another slight nod, Brannor crossed the both of his thick arms. Visibly it registered he could care less if the fiend lived or died, but he was not going to press the matter of putting it out of its miserable existence. Perhaps the sparring of its wretched life would lead it to reconsider, but this the man doubted. These things seemed more twisted and tainted by evil than the mortals with them - perhaps even the spawn of the dragon overhead and about, but there was no telling what the truth was... or if there even was any to be at all. He had not seen anything quite like this on his travel to or around Greenest, so the question of what spurred these events to motion nagged at him.

The man spoke, "I hope you are sure of what you are doing."

His chain clinking slightly, he crouched down to grasp the creature about the knap of the neck and the ropes that so firmly bound it. If it were to awaken and resist, the human was going to ensure it woefully regret that decision. Brannor's physical and spiritual stamina were tried, but it was his heart that felt the most out of place. The enemy had inflicted grave suffering and they were about to simply leave one of them behind rather than fell it for good.

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