Fortress of Eston
The race to safety after retreating had been fraught with danger and exhausting, to say the least. The forces of Thrane and Berland had swift scouts, ambushing their foes whenever possible. Casualties were few, but injuries were high, and with each one their quarry slowed. It was too little, too late though; the Audair and Cyre soldiers had finally made it to the sanctuary of Eston.
You pass through the giant steel gates of Eston, all around you there are panting and sweating soldiers of all races and dress. Average citizens are either staring from beside the buildings or attempting to help the tired soldiers. Gnomes hustle about with wands drawn and wearing bloody robes, tending to the most grievous of wounds. One runs up to your recently met companion, Thallia, still by your side. She appears a little worse for wear, having lost her helmet during the Thrane cavalry charge; her hair is hanging loose but is matted with debris and blood. Her armor has numerous dents and a few of the plates are cracked. Still she waves him on, saying,
The gnome gives a nod and then shuffles over to you, but hesitates before trying to examine you.
[spoiler]As promised, a little RP.[/spoiler]
