"Ryu, I think his Master might be someone else...." Duilin says, he then looks at the boy. "If your master is who I belive he is, then he may be dead...Can you tell me who he is?" he kneals down, next to the boy, narrows his eyes and folds down his wings.
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Maxwell opened one eye. "Maxwell is a person so....let my Maxwell go...." He groans. "Zion! You be hurtin' me!" He begens to ramble, and thought begin to swarm in his head "Draven! You came back, and brought order! But you brought....fools....rebels....Retan! We need you back! We need you to rule...Darion....my poor 12 fingered brother...killed, by...Duilin! Duilin....I don't even know you! I don't even care....you live...you go ahead and live, your evil, demon life! Demons......Nex? I allways thought he was a demon, he was crazy. Oh yeah, for sure...."
A lutenaut came and walked near him. "Sir...they escaped....but they took alot of our army, we barely have anything left!"
"Really?" He then tilts his head, he is still lyeing on the ground, with blood driping from his face, he spots the money bag. "Ahhrg! This is an insult!" He throws the bag at the lutenant. "You.....you....We are going...south! We must! That's were those, scum sucking no good people are! I want them dead! They have all weapons! Look!" He points to the sky "We are all in deep shit! Draven, is all alone! We need to do something! You, me and a few others, Wyverns! Let's go!" He slowly rises and then begins to limp away...The lutenaut becons a group of 10 soilders to follow.