[Soldier]

“A little help is better than none,” said Colin with a slight chuckle. He took a swig from his flagon of ale and leaned back, pushing his empty plate aside to be refilled. “The government of Archadoon will see to itself. There are some ragged remnants of the city hierarchy, and my concerns are elsewhere. The ruins, for example… Looters, vandals and rebels would be a welcome relief. No, it’s the Undead that moved into the ashes of Archadoon. One of my Warriors escaped when his squad was ambushed. We pried this off his arm after he died.” The Barbarian tossed a dead, mummified hand onto the table, crossing his arms over his broad, burly chest. “I’m quite happy you’ll be staying. Your aid will be quite welcome.”