To counter this open monologue.<strong>"Well aren't we the opinionated narrator. No faith in anyone don't you. Besides you know I survive, after all because you already know the outcome of the battle!"</strong>Zoltan said up to the heavens seemingly. Ever since he has had this guy following him telling his tales in ways that quite frankly made him wonder if he even got paid for this job of his or he did it for kicks. Either way Zoltan would not pick sides on this matter. He had enough problems on his own without interfering in everyone else's. Besides he had better ideas of heroes then winding up in a grave standing for ideals that were quickly forgotten about when you die. Rolling his sleeves up he would take out his wands with a slight smile upon his face. Well it was time to see what he could do and if he could get away from all this fighting.