"Are there still people living down here? Are you working for someone and where is there a way to get outside?" Darrel coughed up a little blood then answered. "There is no other... normal creatures living here, at least none that used to live here. I am working for a... Daemon. The Daemon who set this war in motion to benefit him self." Darrel coughed again, and gasped for breath. He was in a ton of pain and was having a near heard time staying focused. "Yo-you can't get out of here till the daemon is defeated. It will stop all the needless killing."<br/><br/>Artimer continued to smile at the man who lay gasping on the ground. This knowledge would have helped them all out centuries ago, but he hoped it was not to late to stop this. "Only dragon riders can defeat him, he promised me my own dragon to defend him," he looked longingly at Artimer, then looked down and away. Artimer raised his eyebrow and growled deep in his throat, his started to clench his fists at his sides.