[Soldier]

“You have an objection to my leadership?” Colin asked with amusement as he watched the Elf closely. The large Warrior found himself fascinated with Anderes’ ears, the pointy appendages making him want to reach out and tug on them. Indeed, his large fingers were stretching to do just that when he remembered these were allies in a time of crisis and that the Elf may look on it with ill favor. Instead, he beckoned the arm toward the outdoor eating area, bellowing orders for his Warriors and the remaining scraps of the Crimson Lions to aid the caravan. Once seated, he gestured wildly for the cook and his aides to bring a large bowl of thick beef stew and a mug of ale for each of his guests. While the Elf and his aide were able to sit comfortably at the table, the rest of the caravan had to make do eating at their wagons as living arrangements were made.

“I admit, a Barbarian should not be in charge of a city, but I have little choice in the matter. I am contracted to defend and aid Archadoon, and I will do so. Even if I am out of my element.” There was a deep sigh as the large man picked his food. “The city is doomed… With no government, my Warriors are unable to keep peace in the city, guard the construction crews, and do their regular patrols. We are being stretched thin. And the rebuilding is at a halt because things that are too horrible to mention occupy the ruins. Are you certain you wish to stay and help us, a city that did nothing for you when your own crises struck?”