Kaston grimaced as he pulled himself out of the cave system he'd been hiding in since Makuran's desertion. He had heard the celebrations up above, and knew what they meant: Xaran had been destroyed. He was well aware that the two remaining warlords had their own ideas on how to continue.
But he didn't care about their petty squabbles. That had long since lost interest for him. There was only one thing on his mind now.
Revenge.
Behind him, a squadron of red-skinned humanoids climbed out of the lip of the cave and into the cool night air of the woods. A mile east was Arkton, a sizable town with an active trading season. It would be in that area that Kaston would prepare.
Waving his hand, he motioned for the blood Urts to follow him. He may not have been a warlord, but the Urts would still follow him if he gave them humans with blood to spill. And Kaston was determined to spill the blood of Kalann Sefu for taking his master from him- no matter the cost.
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