Swordsman Glynn

[Story Teller]

Glynn wheezes for air as both the healer rush in to see his condition.

"Are you okay?"

Glynn then finally regains composure in his breathing.

"Yeah"

After the surprise attack from the high orc, the people in the camp decide to abandon the site and go somewhere farther away. The surviving swordsman that came out of the bush was either dead, injured or mentally broken. But that didn't stop Glynn as he approach them with hostility.

Picking up the mentally broken swordsman up his neck and asked him questions.

"Tell me, where are the rest of the swordsmen from Izlude?"

The man was in panic. "Nooo, NOOO! please! I do-"

Glynn took a firmer grip as he pushed for an answer.

"TELL ME!"

"Th-there was an ambush! Many orcs! Blue and one with gold armour!"

"Gold armour!?" replied the caped person.

"Do you know something?" the acolyte joined after finishing tending to the critically wounded.

(Author Note: sigh... I lost track of time.)