Even after those words, actions and even events that had taken place before the group even got here, he still never took into account of what had been said, the lady warrior was just another mumble in the background, the sprites were just another creation of the backside of the world that most forgot about, as for dragons, to him they were a blight on humanity due to what they have done, there is a reason why they were nearly all extinct,<span style="font-style: italic"> Tch, what lousy groups travel these parts these days, going to get themselves killed thinking like that</span>the man stood without a word, it wasnâ€™t the words of the female that had spoken to him, but rather that enveloping presence of the black knight, if anything he needed to tell him something before returning to what was left of his family.<br/><br/>Thus he stood, it took time for him to find his balance as he was healed but not cured of pain or the aftershock of what had transpired, it was as if these people expected him to gawk just because there were dragons and Maker knows what else, thus he slashed out his dirty, nicked blade and used it as a walking stick, his armour (what was left of it) shuddered after every step, but even in the dark he continued, he had a faint glance of where the black knight went off to and thus travelled in that general direction, he found the current company, didnâ€™t cut it.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">A Memory </span><br/><br/>"Kill them all, for the glory of the Emperor!" such words burned in the hearts of many, the fires of war and chaos flashed through the city of Vargus, the city beyond swamp, it had taken weeks to reach due to the army that was brought on such a conquest, however the most favoured men amongst this army of fifty thousand were the handful of Black Scythes, they were in the front lines mounted upon the grand war horses with their armour gleaming the deathly ebony black, Rizel , out of the five was placed in the centre of the group, it was his actions in the past that earn him the respect of the men and even caught the attention of the Emperor.<br/><br/>A few hours later after the attack and the army had left as quickly as they invaded, they were like ghosts, leaving nothing but ruin and vanishing without a trace, Vargus was destroyed and levelled, leaving the corpses of buildings and ash clouded ruins of the keep. The city was huge and the men that defended such a place where valiant, they however serve as an example to others, it was Rizel that destroyed the East flank of the city with not much effort put into it, such memories would forever stay with him, and the recognition.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Rizel woke up to the memories of the cheers that were given to him in the conquest of the Emperor, the millions of roaring celebratory citizens could be heard from hundreds of miles away, it was this that brought honour and glory to his name, his reputation and even his loyalty, it was then he was named the right hand of the Emperor.<br/><br/>Such memories stuck with him, there was no sign of happiness or clarity that he felt, but rather a cold sting to remind him that his Emperor is dead and that he had to end the quickening tides of war before the entire country erupts in chaos, not only would this affect men of each and every nation, but the beings of myth and mer, the kingdom Rizel used to serve in was within the confines of the lands of fire, such places were not literally on fire around them, in fact the lands are quiet fertile and healthy, itâ€™s the people that originate from there that can use fire from their own will, and not natural flames at that.<br/><br/>Such thoughts scrapped in the reassesses of Rizel's mind, thus once more he set his gaze upon the swamp, in a few hours he would be off again.