The accounts of Thraldur Flamesong.

Thral stood up from the bunk, yawning and stretching from his nap. His journeys from the cave, to the shrine, then into small parts of the creek had tired him. Before he exited, he handed the magic nuts over to the woman that always seemed to stray left and right, protecting those asleep or simply just relaxing by the fire. It was morning and his eyes weren't adjusted to the bright light in the sprawl of Axfell. Walking towards the thief of a trader, Anen, he noticed two things. The high druid, Denari's body, limp and lifeless. The second, a enormous sentinel, standing proud and strong. A few quick strides and he was there.

"What has happened here?!?!" he called out to the Ent.

The ent however stood motionless and didn't seem to bother with the young sorcerer at it's feet. Instead it looked toward Grand Forest, never moving, save the leaves on its high branches. Thral moved to the druids body, and shook her lightly, calling her name, but to no avail. He looked up again at the ent, it's gaze never flinched.

A cold, dark chuckle erupted behind him and Thral had turned around, about to let leash an incinerating spell, but only to find it didnt come from a foe, but a new recruit.

"What do you want?" the small, dwarf woman said as she looked him up and down

"An explanation. . ." What else?! he thought.

The two spoke for sometime, and he found her name to be Breta, a strong warrior, but from where she did not say. Questions came from both ends, the two asking about the body and the ent. She seemed not concerned at all about her fate. All the guards and traders were asked questions, but none had the answers for him. Shrugging, he tried moving the corpse to at least the barracks, but he could not do so, and Breta was gone. "Some help I have. . ." The ent made a sound that startled Thral so he backed away. That was when something odd came to mind. Maybe the ent was watching over her body, so none could steal it away. Pocket her gold, or take a weapon, and the ent would stomp them to dust. He decided that was that and moved his way past and toward the gate when Breta appeared again and simply yelled at him,

"Follow me and don't linger, for I will not wait!!" and sped off.

He found himself thrust from his newly discovery and off and away with the new recruit. Slaying goblins, and men and women of the shrine together, plundering and looting as they went. Though he knew little of his new found "friend", one thing was for certain, she could wield an axe. Cutting this way and that, heads flying from shoulders, arms and legs a like being slashed apart. Thral was a man of spells, watching his enemies burn alive, become gravely ill, or shocked to death. This was new to him, but he didnt mind.

After many great hours of sharing laughter, gold, and even a few new items to add to eachothers collection, they parted. Thral new this was a great beginning for him in Axfell, and more adventure, spells, and friends to be had, in due time.