Jolthar paused, struck by the unexpected advice from his fallen enemy. He studied Dagur's face, seeing beyond the battle rage and bloodlust to something more complex—perhaps even a fragment of wisdom born from a lifetime of harsh lessons.
"And who exactly?" Jolthar replied, his voice cool and measured.
Dagur groaned as he was trying to speak with him. He understood that Jolthar had more conviction than any other empire people had; his blade, he was wielding it with a purpose, he could tell. Dagur was sure that Jolthar would grow even stronger, and so he wanted to leave his last words to him.
"The empire bastards, they are not as humane as you think."
Jolthar frowned, studying Dagur's face. Jolthar could tell that he was telling the truth, but he didn't care about those empire people or what they did.
"Don't worry; I decide who to side with."
