The Unimportant Sidestory

[Delroy]

Delroy sat up from his bed. No cold sweat for once he remarked humourlessly, and looked out towards the battle that was taking place. He remembered all too well catching hypothermia from his little adventure getting to the ship. He had felt no sense of abandonment when by chance a passing healer offered to take him to a sanctuary, and the group carrying him wholeheartedly agreed. Whatever they were doing, it must've been important. Delroy scoffed. Perhaps they were just a bunch of nobles donning weapons and looking for adventure. Not like the real fighters. Certainly not like those at the center of the battle, those who were being called evil incarnate by the entire politial system of Etruria.
Delroy didn't pay much attention to the Political system of Etruria, however. He took one look at the so called 'soul-notes' and almost retched. Corruption, and most likeley brute violence to those who opposed it.
Delroy seemed physically fine here in a small santuary that was completely warded against enemy attack. But once or twice he thought he saw a dragon in the commotion. Painful memories troubled him still, but Delroy dared not leave.

[Delroy]

Delroy had enough. He needed out of the sanctuary, he needed to see what was going on. He was driven by a need, an unignorable desire, to see what was going on. He swung his leg over the side of his bed, and ignoring the pleas of his healer, grabbed his things, and started walking away.