Loud angry bellows can be heard coming from the Warriors Hall followed by the sound of wood splintering.
Upon any investigation Kevass can be seen training with the training dummy. This alone is not out of the ordinary, but the force and emotion in which Kevass attacks the training dummy borderlines on maniacal. He has been at this since Kirell's death. In between strikes Kevass can be heard talking to himself.
"What are you doing you gonk?" THWAK!
"You ran like a slimey Uordeq." THWAK!!
Each strike gets louder. "You coward. You left your friend to die." THWAK!!!
"Your ran through the rabbit hole and left your friend lying in his own blood." THWAK!!!!
"You relinquish your position as Sheriff and the first thing that happens is your number 2, your friend gets strung up, tortured, and killed." THWAK!!!!!
"He could have been saved, and even if he couldn't have been, you left him to be defiled by those damned dragon worshippers." THWAK!!!!!!
"No fropping <--(expletive.?) chance to be honored with a decent funeral pyre." THWAK!!!!!!!
"What is your fropping problem you gonk?" THWAK!!!!!!!
"You should be ashamed of such cowardice." THWAK!!!!!!!!
"You have denied your savage angori nature too long. You will never run again." THWAK!!!!!!!!!
TTTHHHWWWAAAKKK!!!!!!!!!!
Upon the final strike on the training dummy, Kevass screams a scream of anger and remorse so loud and furocious Arimir himself would have balked at its vehemence.
"KKKIIIRRREEELLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!" Birds flee from their perch in the rafters of the hall.
Kevass's blade strikes the dummy and severs its head with such force it strikes the Warrior's Hall wall and shatters.
In the silence following Kevass's painful exclamation, Kevass sheds one tear, and is quick to wipe it away before anyone sees him.
"I appreciate the sentiment Stormbringer. I was once human as you are. Scorch marred all of our souls when we killed him that day. Kirell took the worst of it. I only grew horns and became Angori. Corvax grew ears and became elven. Kirell became something else. Kirell struck Scorch with the killing blow. Kirell became Dragonkin, and bore the curse well. Yes it came with it's benefits for sure, but I know he suffered greatly to carry such a burden. His Sacrifice then and now has saved us all from undue suffering. It is my fault. I should have been the one to strike down Scorch. I should have been the one hanging from those hooks like pig being bled out at a slaughterhouse.
I leaned toward survival and self preservation when I was human too, but I am Angori now. The blood that courses through my veins now demands glory. What a glory it would have been to die at Kirell's side. I would have welcomed it with every drop of this Angori blood. I have no one now that understands what it is to be Angori."
Kevass attempts a half smile "What brings you here Nail besides my belly aching?" Kevass attempts to hide his emotion.
"Besides checking in on you, I admit that I was hoping to do a little training. Although I do believe that our dummy friend has seen better days," Stormbringer grins as he gestures toward the severed dummy's head and battered body. "Do you always destroy such ferocious pieces of wood, or only the really bad ones?"
Hopping up and giving his sword a few practice swings, Stormbringer continues. "However, if at least some of that brutallity I just witnissed was not simply due to your greiving heart, than I'd wager that you're a pretty menacing opponent on the battlefield. I might consider myself fair enough with a sword, but I know that I have much to learn. I could certainly use a teacher, or at least someone to train with."
Nail Stormbringer walks into the room and picks up the training dummy's head, examining the dammage done by Kevass. "I heard what happened during that mission," he begins. "The other party members relayed to me everything that happened, including your friend's demise. I also know that it wasn't your fault."
The human warrior casually walks to the opposite side of the room, tossing the dummy's head aside, and sits down. He brandishes his weapon and begins cleaning the blade.
"I know how ashamed you are that you ran away. Believe me, I've been there. But if you'd have stayed, you only would have gotten yourself killed by those damn lizard-lovers. How would that have helped honor your friend's noble sacrifice?" Nail pauses in his blade-cleaning process, awaiting an answer from the distraught swordsman.