One Falls, a Dozen Saved

~ “Bad things happen when good men do nothing,” Daltor once said to Mortanas, now reminding him again. ~

The two guards are too fast – Daltor is severely wounded before the guards and most of the other henchmen are dealt with by Fulton, Mortanas, Nelledal, and the rest of Draugmir’s warriors – after they’re all freed.

While the others continue onward, Mortanas pauses a while, speaking his last words to his old master and friend Daltor who refuses to leave Draugmir, knowing his death was now soon to come.

Mortanas grits his teeth, “We should have all fled in the first place – it was all inevitable. I, more than anyone, am too stubborn. And for that I am sorry. Our most loyal friends and allies will unite against the shadow that overtook Alestair, I swear it.”

Daltor winces, breathing shallowly. “Yes go… flee…”

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“Farewell Master Daltor Hellebore," the dwarf says before leaving. 

The old man smiles, “For the record, Mortanas, I was never one for goodbyes.”

The stubborn old man then soon stands up one last time, intending to make his way to his old study chair, alone and in peace.