Lictoral wiped the gore off his dagger on the bottom of his boot before tucking it away and picking up his sword to do the same. Satar looked at Lictoral, "and what exactly was the point of cutting open his stomach?" Lictoral shook his head, "pain." Satar nodded, "makes sense" Suddenly a soft applaud sounded behind the group that huddled over the dead mans body. The group quickly turned to the clapping, weapons ready once more. There in the shadows stood a man, he wore a unique banner on a steel cuirass, the insignia was a dark blue background with a green two headed dragon on it. The shadows hid his face well. But Satar could barely make out a hastily shaven face and deep brown peircing eyes.
Yesha pulled her black hair from her face to get a better look, "who exactly are you?" The man walked out of the shadows further revealing him. He had shaggy hair and wore the clothes and armor of a soldier. He even had a long sword by his side. A scar ran along his cheek, this man has definenatly seen war. He took a few steps forward, seemingly ignoring Yeshas question. Damrel raised his blades defensively.