This war was wrong. Every fiber of his being screamed to find another solution, but what choice did he have now? Already, he had spoken with Cobrak - a feigned prisoner in his garrison, should the Grim ask now that Sanctuary stayed with his forces - and his friend had told him about some "warlocky shit" that was going on in the Grim, but wasn't sure what, exactly, was going on. "Defend Sanctuary," his contract with Darethy had said, but this? This was tangling with people that didn't need to be tangled with yet. The picture was incomplete.
What's going on within the Grim, Naheal thought to himself as he wandered through his garrison out of his armor, and is there anything we can do to stop this madness? We need time, but we lack that now. Serinar's forces were recovering - of that, he was certain. The Grim would attack Borrowed Time's garrison should they realize that Sanctuary was within it's walls, bujt they, at least, didn't fight with things like the plague last he checked. Even still, they needed to take precautions. Rekkit, Bigwrixx and Hugg, the three primary engineers of Borrowed Time, were already working on a solution. Vents down into the mines below the garrison, should something like the plague be unleashed upon their home. Not nearly a swift enough solution in the heat of battle, but what choice did they have?
Naheal sighed, then jumped as someone poked him in the back. He spun around quickly, blade in hand, only to stop it suddenly Kerri's throat. Kerradormi, his sworn "liege," so to speak, and near constant irritant. A bronze drake who preferred the form or a young, platinum blonde sin'dorei girl with the longest braid he had ever seen, he often described her as a "bronze that missed her life as a cat." Really, she was just a playful kitten in the skin of a dragon most days. "Hey, Naheal," she said with a smile. "What's on your mind?'
"The one we're in the middle of."
"Which one?" She poked his belly.
"The civil war."
"Which one?" She met his eyes and leaned in close. "You DOOOO realize that the one that you're part of constantly is a civil war, right?" He sighed. How could he forget? The Bronze and the Infinites were one and the same. A split flight who's very aspect had chosen both sides of the conflict. "Speaking of which," she narrowed her eyes and gave him an irritated look, "you're neglecting your duties to the Flight." She folded her arms.
"With Serinar, I need to fo--"
She placed a finger to her lips, which instantly quieted him. "I love how that always works!" He grumbled. "Fine, fine. Get yourself to the Caverns. You've got some work to do for us." He sighed. "And, for once, I don't mean 'at your convenience.' There's no time like the future."
"Don't you mean present?"
"Can't help but notice you're still here. What,do you need a written invitation? A note from your keeper?" He sighed at her. "Go on! You know the way. I'll catch up." She stuck her tongue out at him. "You're gonna need some backup and we need a very specific team today."