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Alan's robe fluttered behind him as a breeze wrought with the stench of charred and mangled corpses passed through. He watched sharply as Daylen healed the Warden, looking close for any signs of movement from her. And then, there it was. Slowly at first, she slowly regained her acquaintance with the friend called reality.

"Get away from me shemlen," The elf violently spat as she swatted the Mage's hand away. He didn't have enough of an opinion on the politics of elves and humans to let the clear disdain for his kind in her voice bother him. She maintained her bravado, even when she noticed the extent of her wounds. She turned to Alan now, "And who are you?" The Warden stared at him with powerful eyes worthy of her order.

With a slight smirk, he ran a finger through his once neatly combed hair. Ostagar had taken that too.

“I am Knight Captain Alan Darkmare, of the Templar Order, a pleasure, i’m sure. Miss Warden.” The Captain stepped closer to Daylen and the elf, “This may come as a shock to you, but I’ve got the reason to believe you’re the last of your fellows.” He grinned with all of his pearly whites, “That means, you’re an invaluable asset, someone I can’t let die right now.” Alan turned his back at that moment, slowly walking back towards what remained of his men, “I doubt you want to die yourself, you’d best let the shemlen do what he does,” He cooed before he mounted his white steed.


“I need a horse for The Warden!”

At once, a Templar leapt off his stallion and brought it to the woman. “The Plan’s still the same, we’re headed for the Wilds gentlemen!”