Dragoncrest Cliffs when icarus fell apollo went insane with grief

how about something for my merc' trade? :)

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Isengrim does not know of this Kendra, other than the whispers of her death that circulate the wind. He does not care. He has lost much more, so much more meaningful beings in his life, to care for the mortality of a woman he did not even speak to. He hopes they do not ask of him to grieve, for that is not what he is here for. He did not give up his freedom to pay tributes to the dead. In that way, he is selfish, but it is for his own desires that he even remains within Drageda. Not that he would ever let the commander believe it. The wrath of God is carried within her jowls, and he has no intention of angering the she-beast who holds his fate in her every decision. But the others, he does not fear. The boy did not fear any before he arrived on the doorsteps of Drageda, and he refuses to do so within. He does not fear nor respect those who do not lift him up. It is only ironic that a figure of which consorts with the only woman who could truly strike fear within him should come along amid those thoughts, and he does not hesitate to snap up the opportunity. He knows nothing of her but a name and rank, and is not very interested in knowing more other than what troubles her so. "You don't look too happy," He casts her a mocking glance, unsure exactly why she is in such a state but is not completely clueless as to what might be the cause. The death of that girl. If he is right, he is due to strike a nerve, and he does not mind doing so.

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