"Dirtclaw, Drakthul, do you two know where our lord has gone?"
Rendall swung his spiked club, sending a Mermen flying that had come too close.
This was the arena, and the audience who had once gathered here to watch the spectacle had long since disappeared, hiding somewhere unknown.
Now, the arena was filled with Mermen warriors, invading Whitecliff City in droves.
Woof! Woof!
Transformed into a Hellhound, Dirtclaw bit down on a Mermen's head, crushing it and swallowing it whole.
"Master flew out, and we don't know where he is!"
Rendall had participated in the arena's duel earlier and hadn't returned in time to see Orion's departure.
"Arch Elder, some of our kin are still in the lower floors of the conference hall. Should we go assist them?"
Drakthul swung his battle axe, creating a whirlwind that cleaved through nearby Mermen.
Arch Elder (Rendall) was a little unsettled. He knew Drakthul was referring to Grulbane and Sylvana, who had gone to negotiate.
