Dagon explained his situation, stressing his unhappiness with it. It seemed he didn't want anything to do with his father, but the thing that calmed him most was knowing that his mind was always the same.
Suddenly there was a yell coming from the street. "Azriel" Ja'quar exclaimed as he turned around, "forgot about him." Dagon suddenly ran forward to Azriel's body. He returned with his body, which had a terrible wound at his ankle. As Seddrik healed him Ja'quar apologized, "I'm sorry to have left you there. I was a confused with a demon standing in front of the church."
A man suddenly shouted and charged towards the group. He seemed keen on eliminating Dagon, yet was persuaded from it by tactful negotiations. This man, Drefan, seemed to accept their word that Dagon was harmless. "Even strangers seem to like him" Ja'quar pondered, persuading him more and more.
The new guy talked about his house being burned down with his wife still inside. He wanted to make sure if she was all right, after which he would help the group to the other possible survivors.
A band of fallen appeared, yet their arrival was short-lived. In a rush of demonic fury, it seemed, Dagon charged one of the fallen. With one sickening strike his hand eviscerated the fallen's face. He then let loose some demonic yell which scared the fallen. Once again it was the party was alone.
"See, that's the problem." Ja'quar said, "You're a good guy, I know that. But did you really mean to mangle that fallen? And the yelling afterwards? Do you have any idea of the power your father might have over you?"
Drefan dashed off, probably in search for his wife. Ja'quar took a deep breath and said, "anyway, I guess we need to follow him. I'll hang on for a while longer. I still need to get paid anyway." He then ran and followed the new man.
"What a fu*kin' odd fellow he is, indeed... Just watch him... i wouldn't want us to get in some trap... I will go behind you..."
"He's got quite the ego, yes. Still, it seems he leads us in the right direction." Ja'quar said as they continued to follow Drefan.
The little shaman wasn't that pleased with the man either. He started to snarl at the newcomer, yet Ja'quar silenced him. "Don't show that you hate someone." he lectured "the best way to kill someone is when in their trust, not in hostility. Besides, if he doesn't want help that means that there's less work for us."
The keep's battered doors hung from their hinges like torn flesh from a wound. The debris laden hallway housed deaths both friend and foe. The smell of rotting flesh punctured the nose, yet Ja'quar wasn't that affected. At some days, the swamps would smell just as bad.
He crept forward past the walls, raising bodies as he went on. He didn't know what the darkness would hold, but it wouldn't be nice.