Bloody Ransom

Aresenn stood tall and composed among his bandmates, his sharp eyes taking in every detail of the unfamiliar territory that surrounded them as they made their way into the Aspen Dam. The crisp morning air was filled with the refreshing scent of damp earth and newly blossoming foliage, but it was also tinged with a heavy tension that seemed to cling to everything around them. His senses were keenly attuned, picking up on the heightened emotions and anticipation radiating from those who had elected to travel along. They were all ready for whatever confrontation lay ahead, their determination and readiness palpable in the charged atmosphere.

With Sephiran taking the lead, Aresenn held his ground behind the Saxe brute. Vigilant and alert, the band’s united front a force to be reckoned with. His piercing amber eyes constantly scanned their surroundings, searching for any signs of movement or hidden dangers. Every muscle in his body was coiled like a spring, ready to react at a moment's notice to any sudden movements or acts of aggression from either side. Despite the unrelenting tension in the air, Aresenn maintained a stoic demeanor, his expression giving nothing away of the anticipatory bloodlust raging within him. The weight of their mission hung heavy on his shoulders, but he stood tall and resolute, prepared to face whatever lay ahead. The ultimate refusal by not allowing any sort of reverence show as they faced their first potential adversaries head-on. Suspicion gnawed at the back of his mind, but he pushed it aside, focusing instead on mentally preparing himself for any conflict that may arise. Yet deep down, he held onto the waning hope that diplomacy would prevail over violence- if only it could be that easy.

"Aresenn Praetor"