Brus blinked. His eyes wildly scanned his surroundings. Where the hell was he? What happened to the feif he'd snuck into? The lord who's blood should be dripping outside of his body by Brus's very hand? This place made his nose burn, and he sneezed.
After a few moments he noticed that it looked veryuch like the aftermath of his poor village that had been attacked and destroyed. It brought a scowl to the man's face, and he looked at all the people who were around.
Northaveners. That's what they seemed to call themselves. Not any place he'd ever heard of, so the alerts clearly didn't pertain to him. He crossed his arms, listening and watching the group from a distance, but all the while his mind on the revenge that had just been taken from him by who knows what.
After a few moments he noticed that it looked veryuch like the aftermath of his poor village that had been attacked and destroyed. It brought a scowl to the man's face, and he looked at all the people who were around.
Northaveners. That's what they seemed to call themselves. Not any place he'd ever heard of, so the alerts clearly didn't pertain to him. He crossed his arms, listening and watching the group from a distance, but all the while his mind on the revenge that had just been taken from him by who knows what.
