Dizarak Sanar

Battle Buddy

Reaching the camp site, the wagon stopped abruptly causing most of its inhabitants to sway violently into each other. The large masked Ren'dorei remaining sturdy in his position as unfazed by the world around him as he had been for the majority of the trip.

With ease, the leather clad male swung his canvas bag from its resting place between his feet to his shoulder and hopped down from his seat. His brows furrowed, reaching up to pull the mask down and take a long deep breath. Nose scrunching at the offending smell of long since burned wood, and the stench if a well established campsite he quickly replaced the covering in Hope’s of fresher air.

Darkshore.

The last place Dizarak, or his boys, wanted him to be.

Tents and makeshift structures filled the walled campsite, soldiers and support alike shuffled from one area to the next in search of tasks or delivering supplies. Mismatched eyes scanned the area for his battle buddy.

There she was, the tall armored lightforged was walking towards the wagon, great sword strapped to her back and her arms crossed over her chest.

“You are not as late as I expected you would be. But still late.” She teased pointedly.

Fhaliona, he’d met the woman the night before the Seige of Undercity, only a short time later finding out she was a part of the crazy Cat Druid, Xanthia’s ranks. Dizarak had a hard time figuring her out some days, her quick wit and dislike of the very light she forged herself in sending mixed signals worse than the noblemen of his old life.

“You’re lucky I even showed at all.” A quick shift of his pack and he saluted her with respect. A fisted hand over his chest before relaxing again.

“Tell me you managed to get us tents away from all the hub bub?” His pleading eyes looked around them quickly, who knows how many of those camping here were loud and boisterous with each victory. He much preferred his quiet, a chance to sketch or write perhaps even let a little emotion out without the prying ears of his tent neighbors.

“You think I want to be around these,” she motioned to a group of drunken soldiers off duty all slumped around a tent, “idiots?”

He loosed a laugh, “another reason we get along just fine.”

“Don’t get too comfortable, I’m still mad at you.” She snapped, the faintest of blushes tinting her cheeks. Her admission to having an interest in his girlfriend the night she stopped by the tavern causing him to grin once more.

“Guess I’ll be on my toes for this whole experience.”

She rolled her eyes, leading him through the camp towards the back near one of the walls surrounding the base, one tent had already been assembled, the other lay in its canvas packaging for him to put together before he would be allowed to rest.

The trip hadn’t been especially difficult, his dislike of boat travel made the short ride from Tol Barad to the main land much less enjoyable than a simple hop of a portal would have been. Once back on solid land the group to be shipped off were shuffled into a wagon and told to hold on tight. All in all an easy ride, but the void male appeared clearly ready to hide before the debriefing that would ensue when they learned of his arrival.

It didnt take long to complete the tent’s preparation, sometime along the process another hired body brought him the cot he would be using until his dismissal and a deep scowl set into his features practically frightening the man to scurry away in terror.

He tugged it into the tent, tossing his bag in along side it and laying down atop the cot. A long ear flicked before he reached into his armor and pulled out the small book like object he’d received as a valentines day gift.

He ran his finger gently over the photos within, as he held it above his face.

“I love you….”

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