Only twenty or so people stood before Britomart, half of them not even soldiers but all of them looking very weary with varying levels of injuries.<span style="color: DarkRed">"S'rounded by death, left ta' die by our king, an' yer sitting here preachin' emptea promises ta'bunch of people that have given up hope."</span>Among the people stood the Dwarf that had fought with Britomart earlier dressed in shamanistic garb with a large, glowing hammer held in either hand.<span style="color: DarkRed"> "Ain't no commander you are, yer better an' I think we can all agree."</span>There were several tired nods in the crowds as the Dwarf spoke up.<span style="color: DarkRed"> "Iffin' we're ta die, ain't nobody else I'd rather die followin'." </span>Jim was laying face down in the dirt but the priestess was already on her way to him, leaning heavily on her staff as she too fought off exhaustion to continue her duties. The earth under Britomart began to shift as the Dwarf channeled a spell and eventually a spire of rock erupted under Britomart giving her a stage to stand on and look down at all who stood before her.<span style="color: DarkRed"> "If yer gonna lead us might as make sure we can all hear ye."</span>He turned to face the crowd and held up one hammer a bolt of lightning striking it.<span style="color: DarkRed">"For Loredareon, and for Stormgarde!"</span>The pain and exhaustion in the people seemed to vanish as they all erupted into cheers for Britomart.<span style="color: DarkRed">"Hope this makes us even."</span>The Dwarf put his hammers away and headed back into the inn as the pillar lowered for Britomart.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>