Daggit’s Camp – Stormheim

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((This is an epilogue to the event ‘Blues’.))

The fog was too thick to see anything, but the loud bang of gunshots was enough to turn heads down at Daggit’s camp. The old dreadguard captain himself walked to the barricade protecting his tents and frowned, gazing up to the cliffs.

“Damn the weather,” he mumbled, and began to pace. “Damn the beasts.” His internal dialogue continued where his tongue could not: And damn me, too. Resorting to mercenary help- what an embarrassment..

As Daggit began to pace, muttering to himself, his dreadrider came up behind him. She eyed his motions for a moment, canting her head- and soon enough, spoke, adjusting her goggles on her half-charred face. “Captain, the weather’s due to get worse,” Aggie reminded him. “We need to act. I know we’re desperate for help, but the worgen already have an advantage.”

Daggit covered his face with a palm, and dragged it down and away. “Right. Well.” He let out a sigh, and shook his head. After a long pause, looking over his camp, he crossed his arms. “If we don’t hear from the hired help by the hour’s toll, we’ll take cover in the ships. If they’ve been swarmed by the Gilneans, hopefully they’ve at least weakened them. And by then- what are you looking at?”

Daggit followed Aggie’s gaze over his shoulder- watching the small band of ‘mercenaries’ make their way back. “..well I’ll be damned,” muttered the dreadguard.

“Job’s done. We put down th’ dogs fer ya. Had ta shake ’em outta th’ trees, but it’s over,” drawled the golem, patting the dead worgen he had over his shoulder. “The rest of ’em are burnin’. This one, I’m gonna go pelt.”

Dreadrider and dreadguard both stared on, blinking. “..you’re certain?” Aggie asked.

The towering figure nodding down to the dreadguard. “Ya’ll should be fine, fer now. We even took care’a the glaive thrower.” He paused before leaving, if just to say: “I’ll let command know ya’ll are without a paddle out ‘ere.”

Aggie and Daggit exchanged glances, before the captain let out a little chuckle. “…you have my appreciation, then. Dark Lady watch over you.”

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