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Imminent danger
Sandrial lowers his gigantic wing and in a swift move uses it to scoop you up onto his back and before you know it you are soaring in the sky.
The wind is blowing in your face, the ground below rushing by, the feeling of flying is like no other completely exhilarating. Suddenly you are making a steep decent and before you know it Sandrial has landed in a short trot coming to a stop.
“Ï must leave you here friend, I dare not get closer to the other ground dwellers, should you ever need me just shout my name, I will always come to the aid of friends who call” says Sandrial in his now familiar deep voice.
Sandrial smiles and with a few steps and the beating of his wings, is back in the sky a dot disappearing into the distance.
You suck in air, as you realise you have been holding your breathe for at least a minute. Taking in your surroundings, you quickly discover you are in a kind of open alley, surrounded by stone building’s and facing an obvious path leading to where you can see people gathering. You see a mother holding a baby gasp and point your direction. The baby cries as her mother flees apparently disturbed by your appearance.
As you walk closer to the gathering you can see it is some kind of market square. The square appears scarcely used with numerous empty stalls abandoned... still you see a few human vendors tending their wares.
Some kind of militia or soldiers wearing Armour patrol the market square. At a distance they seem to be carrying large Claymore swords.
One seasoned solder patrolling closer than the others, appears to make you out from across the square and starts to head your direction.
You feel your stomach knot and have a strange feeling that he may not be friendly at all.
From your left you hear a softly spoken voice, almost a whisper “If you want to live, come with me now!” says the ominous voice.
You peer the direction of the voice and see a stone building with an old wooden door, the door slightly ajar, the voice coming from beyond.
The soldier is approaching you must make a choice