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ADRIAL HACKIS

With the chaos of monsters and demons having been impeded for the time being, the noble cleric removed the glasses that rested upon his nose forthwith, the luminescent energy which inundated him gradually returned to its vessel, Adrial himself. In conjunction with the return of his energy, the beautiful angel like wings conjured by his magic gradually returned to their original petite size, which flickered sublimely against his elegant, handsome leather white long coat. 

Adrial brought the framed glasses to his shivering mouth, and with a frigid, hushed whisper, sprayed a moist vapor, coating the outer and inner layer of his frames with the condensation. Without a second to lose and a thought not wasted, his left arm quickly retreated into the long coats left pocket, only to come out of hiding with a silk white napkin perfectly folded from within its depths. The Cleric simply stood there several minutes, polishing and swiping the condensation against his spectacles, which in turn wiped the dirt and grime from the glass. Finally finished with his task, his quivering mouth stood still, relaxed, a smile protruding afterwards, and like clockwork did the Cleric return the silk napkin to its home, in the left pocket of his coat.

"Twenty four." Adrial spoke, not taking the time to look at his comrades before he proceeded to calmly approach the gate they had appeared from not too long ago. "Twenty four lives... Taken from this gate... From these fiends. Twenty four families will now go hungry, unable to obtain their rewards. Out of those twenty four families only six will live long enough to mourn their lost child... Not counting suicides... A average family has six people... A hundred and eight lives will have been lost in total come next month... Give or take ten... The city now knows who was at each gate... Which means I will have A hundred and eight people starving and blaming me for not saving their child. All of them will want my head... And it wasn't even my fault..."

Adrial spoke with a bitter, sad tone and stared, lost in thought into the blood soaked dirt that laid before him, as he retreated back into the city for now, to go to the tavern of heroes and collect his reward, though as he entered, he was met by a girl, who asked if he wished for ale. Were he not lamenting the events, he would have told her to soak her head and shut up, but every battle made Adrial think differently, Any time after a battle was one of sorrow, lives he tried to save died, and despite his actions of leaving the idiots to die, there were only scared villagers that day, no knowledge of tactics, they died from inexperience, their deaths were not their fault. Instead, Adrial spoke only a single line.

"Milk... Corner table... Reward as well"

And like that, Adrial sulked to a corner table and sat himself down. Awaiting his drink and his coin.

VELTIS ARUNDIA

(( Will write this later ))
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