Though he wasn't necessarily an official member of the militia, he had told Deimos of his willingness to help out as a medic and support role. And besides, after all the time they'd spent together recently, the bard couldn't not show up to support his friends in their martial endeavors! So he pulled the curtain on the Loreseeker both for a little while and headed for the militia stall, keen eyes peeled for the catapult as he took up a position front and center at the edge of the ring, arms crossed and grinning broadly at the two men: one a warrior down to his very bones, the other...
Well.
Loren made a wonderful Loreseeker.
He settled into a comfortable stance to watch, knowing that between Loren's magic and Deimos's skills in warfare this would be a good show to be here for, no matter who won.
But his money was on Deimos, if money had any meaning here.
Well.
Loren made a wonderful Loreseeker.
He settled into a comfortable stance to watch, knowing that between Loren's magic and Deimos's skills in warfare this would be a good show to be here for, no matter who won.
