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Pendar awakens slowly his head throbbing and the metalic taste of blood in his mouth. Thought comes slowly through the pain. The crazed orc who approached in the street the wicked war hammer. The horrible sight of Garret falling and the fear when he realised he had no hope of prevailing.
Slowly Pendar rolls over onto his back and takes stock of his situation. The sunlight assaults his eyes and his ears ring he feels the stickyness of blood on his face how long was he out.
Slowly sitting up he notes no limbs appear broken, his head is bleeding profusely and he has a nasty gash on his left cheeck. Most of his posessions are gone stolen or merely lost in the melee he is unsure. Picking up his fine linen shirt Pendar fashions a simple bandage for his head and slowly gets to his feet. Fighting the waves of nausea and dizzyness. He is releaved to find his sabre lieing near by. I may have little else now but at least I have a sword.
He sets of to try and locate Garret and a healer, Silently vowing to one day see justice done to his unknowen attacker and to repay the favour of the scar that his face will no doubt have.

Pendar

Sitting on the well in town were up until recently he had spent more care free days watching the world go by.Pendar's throbbing head keeps company with dark thoughts. "Thoughts that with out the kind attention of Ules he may not be having at all".
Lorck that was name of the orc, the name tasted bitter on his tongue as he ran through todays events in his mind.
No I couldn't have left Garret to face that monster alone that much I dont regret. Yet such power and ferocity I was over matched before I lifted my blade. Four days in this place and thrice I have had cause to raise steel, seems peace will come at the end of a sword in this new land.
I came here with dreams and ideals, I wanted no part of polotics and feuds.
"releasing his grip on his sabers hilt Pendar runs his finger lightly across the bruise on his cheeck and the long scar that even expert healing didnt lift"
Yet as long as there are those who would enter this place and shed blood with out fear I am involved in something.

Standing as he wacthes the setting sun, Pendar sighs wistfully, he says small prayer of thanks to Cherga for not claiming him today . He turns and walks to his rest uttering under his breath Death before dishonour. Letting the evening wind carry his words away
He finds a small smile for the fact that neither found him this day.