Greigh's Point of View

Helmsforth Temple

Arthur spoke in a low tone as magic flew off of him in waves. “This world is run by children. Children who are ignorant and therefore without blame. That’s how I see it, but another part of me wonders if ignorance is a good enough excuse for them.” His tone was dark as I felt my throat dry as sweat dripped down my neck. “A stale world full of just as stale people. The status quo has been the same for so long that everyone has become complacent.”

His energy soon died off as we both carefully studied the man who turned away from us. He gestured to his student as the Queen took shaky steps away from him. How could I blame her? Arthur was clearly in a mood of sorts and wasn’t amused by this situation.

“My fury is directed at those who continue the status quo, and I will slowly flip this world on its head. Forcefully if I need to. Everything is already in motion. Time will eventually aid me as I lead this world into a new era, but I can’t do that while Thana and her ilk roam free.” He stated and turned back to the Queen. “When the Demons are dealt with… When Thana is dealt with, this world will finally be free to be put into motion once more.”

“I don’t understand what you think is wrong with this world…” The Queen was able to reply shakily in a weak voice. “There is peace. Is that not enough?”

“There has been no advancement in this world. For thousands of years, nothing has changed. Magic continues to dominate the nature of Crevalis. That will soon change.” He then gestured to me. “Zugal are used as mere lifts while Humans live in poverty at the mercy of the instilled Nobles of this mountain.”

Ventari frowned. “What of us? Have we Dwarves disappointed you?”

Arthur scoffed. “I’ve not had much dealing with Dwarves, but none of the races have exactly thrilled me.” He quickly continued. “The Dragons have become solitary and never leave their lands. On the other hand, the Northern Zugal roam their kingdoms and others however they please. They act as mercenaries for hire and are racist even amongst themselves. Parts of the world have been left unexplored and are, on the whole, divided.”

Parts of the walls of the Temple began to crack, as did the mountain. A heaviness in the air made my eyes dart to Arthur as his face was contorted in a rage I had never seen on his face before. His eyes were glowing while he was trying very hard to keep himself restrained but was failing.

“Do you realize,” He paused as he stared the Queen down. “How hard I worked on preventing that? Have you any idea it is to return and see everything you worked towards to have been thrown back in your face?” The General was erratic, and his emotions were running wild, which was very unusual for him. “So, explain to me that even when I already have numerous problems to solve, why I should care about your Dwarves or some false idol like the gods people worship?”

Stepping in, I finally spoke up. “I think you’ve made your point, Sir. The Queen is also recovering, so she probably needs some rest.”

Arthur’s eyes shot to me, but I held my ground as I stood beside them. “I suppose you’re right. The Queen must be tired.” He shifted his gaze back to Ventari. “If you have any more questions, please don’t hesitate to bring them to my attention. No matter how mundane they might seem, I’ll do my best to answer them.”

Queen Ventari quickly scurried off, and I turned to Arthur. “Was that wise?”

“She seemed more curious than anything, but I had to do something to fit with her remark about me being a monster.” The General explained before turning to Ty. “How those legs feeling?”

The young Delmaris continued his training the entire time to my surprise. “Hurting, but in a good way!” He called out.

“Mmh. Alright. Take a break. Maybe get some food in your while checking on the Priestesses. I need to speak to Greigh privately.” Arthur ordered his student as he was lifted from the pool of water. “Let me know how they’re doing.”

Typhon nodded tiredly before achingly walking inside the Temple. “I’m sorry if I crossed any boundaries, Sir.” I immediately told him.

Arthur gave me a once over before he turned to return to his seat and checked over his missing arm. “Do you have a list of everyone involved?” He suddenly inquired.

I frowned. “A list, Sir?”

“Of those who wanted me dead.” He answered simply. “Surely you must know the faction you stood off against. I’m guessing there were quite a few Elves that wanted me dead.” A chuckle escaped his lips. “Anyone I know?”

“We don’t know if they actually wanted you dead, but we had our suspicions.” I told him briefly. “If that was their actual goal, I couldn’t say.”

Arthur merely continued to fiddle with his bandages. “Being put in a coma or under a sleep spell indefinitely is not much better. Now, who was involved? I want names.”

Aien Farro dropped down from the spot he was hiding as he looked over Arthur. “I might be willing to provide it, but it depends on what you plan on doing with that information.”

“It depends on who all was involved.” Arthur shot back before continuing. “But even if you don’t tell me now, I will find out later. Best to speak now while you have a chance to defend your position or whoever was involved.” Then he stopped and looked at Aien. “Although, given that you’re concerned, I’d imagine Alwin might be involved.”