"It is time for you to leave. You heard king Terran, LEAVE!" said Graynar, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Fine!" spat a red faced Azaron. He dashed for the door, knocking over utensils and guards. Graynar could feel an evil presence depart as Azaron left...
Azaron left Sikaron, uttering curses and insults. He went away to someone he knew could help him, but that will all be revealed in time.
"I tell you Gray, we'll be sent out with the third battalion to find proof of the return of the Scorpian Empire."
"No, I reckon king Terran will send word to the capital for further instructions. We're just pawns, Boldan. It's are superiors who control us."
"Why don't we join with the Red dragon crosairs! They are free men that fight on their on terms." said Boldan hopefully.
"Boldan, you want to become a mercanary like them? It is no good my friend. No good"
"To true." said the vioce of king Terran. "we musn't lower are selves to their level. For now, we must remain calm. I have dispatched messengers to Cordontay and Kencee. We will await further instructions before acting irrationally. I'll send word to you two when we recieve their response."
Graynar and boldan watched their King walked away, both feeling slightly neglected.
"Its official Graynar, we're going to find the Scorpian knights ourselves!" said Boldan getting up.
"Are you mad man? You heard Terran, we must wait for further instructions!" said Graynar.
"He didn't say we couldn't find proof of the Scorpian knights returning while waiting." Boldan winked.
"Haha, let's find us some scorpians!" said Graynar.