Ubant could faintly see the outline of the sharp Nevarehan cliffs surrounding the city's mountainous landscape as they silently approached the high walls with careful steps among the nocturnal shadows.
The Hathengatter knew that he was actively disobeying Xandhor´s specific orders by coming to that cold place with the entirety of his men, yet he hadn't been capable of doing otherwise once he had learned the news of the disastrous capture that their crew had suffered at those traitors´ hands.
“Stay put, soldier” – The message that he'd received had read – “Pick five men to help us break free and keep your position with the rest of the squad over there”
But he simply couldn't do that… He was not willing to trust a bunch of random people with the safety of his beloved man. So he'd chosen
