Azreal watched as the one called Locke made cages. He wouldn't wait though as he began freeing his soldiers and giving the orders. Soon his own soldiers were the ones fighting the Nethariens out of the kingdom. "Well, my men are the best at what they do, the Nethariens will be gone from here soon enough." He then started back towards his main halls. A group of soldiers going with him. He didn't care if the others followed or not. "Get some medical staff up to the grand hall. The Silver One has returned and needs assistance." He watched the one soldier nod and turn from the group. He then began giving orders seeing a few others leaving.
Drake watched everything but said nothing till Azreal took off. He took that moment to pull Locke aside and look him over for injuries before giving a stern look. "I know you hate this place, the king and all that. This was once Andrea's home, for better or worse. She still has feelings and emotions tied to it. For all we know she could have fallen in love with that king. Doubtful but still, show your respect for his stature if anything. Be the better man." He wondered if Locke would listen but couldn't be sure. "Look, he obviously cares in some twisted way about her. She needs to heal, those wounds were bad, and pissing off this king and his people is not a wise idea if we want to keep her safe."
THE RANDOM PEOPLE OF TOMORROW [[LET'S RAWRRR]]
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