We had left the refugees because I didn't like the way they were looking at me (I'm a pretty man, so I worry). The war was at a stand still, I mean sure we had to fight a couple smaller creatures that seemed to roam the streets hunting whatever they could find. But it wasn't anything Xanthi couldn't handle (I helped with fire and encouragement mostly fire, my shoulder was not getting better it was getting worse, with each passing day the pain was becoming almost unbearable). We had arrived during the lead up to a large offensive from both sides unknowingly (I mean its not like I had intended to arrive in a place where a war was going on in the freaking first place!) Walking the streets was probably the worst idea for us, but I didn't exactly know anyone or anywhere to go and we had to get out of town at the very least. This of course lead to what you would imagine happen when two armed people not of one side of a conflict walked down the street in open opposition to both sides...
Yes we got captured. No it wasn't my fault, Well other than my poor sense of guidance got us to this country in the first place and therefore this was all my fault. But that would be totally unfair to me to blame everything on me simply because I got lost/didn't know where to go in the first place. Then again I've been blamed for less! I mean sure most of the time I'm probably at fault, but this one totally not on me! Blame the gods its what I do!
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