Warryn looked up to the sky and had his shield on his arm ready.
He looked around his camp, it was already being taken apart and moved to the forts.
I don't want the war. I don't not want it either. Erathil is my brother, the only person I have left. Even the heroes will decide they hate me when they hear I have 'defected'. Truth be told I don't care. I have been true to my family, and true to my god. At least this way I can rebuild my peoples home city, instead of them having to hide.
he paused for a moment, wondering how his message had been recieved.
if you wish to negotiate, then feel free. I just follow orders, or give them. I will talk to my brother and see if he has anything he wants... maybe then you can go.
When this war is over, assuming I am not dead or arrested, I will help your dragonland. Though I don't really see how I can help...
