He probably shouldn't have left the seige like that, leaving his men behind, but that had been Sendoa's condition in order to bring her back to Tortuga with him and the cobalt Re had agreed. But now thinking back, he should've stayed to make sure that his men would come out of it alive. But it was too late to start being regretful about those kinds of things. The important thing now was that Gitan was alive. And if Gitan made it back in one piece, the Hansel and Tidus most likely did too. And only a little worse for wear. Icy eyes would roam over the man's figure, searching for any physical wounds. From his brief examination he couldn't see any and he hoped that he didn't really have any hidden ones either.
But the good news would end there. Taurig you should know that when I was forced to flee, that Valhalla seemed closer to falling than Glaciem. A solemn expression would take over the Re's dark features, brows knitting together. Valhalla was loosing. What would that mean once the seige was over? Who would be taken prisoner? Were there any fatalities? How was Chrysanthe? His adopted mother Erani? Question after question fired through his mind, but Gitan's next words would silence all his questions. Tell me Gitan.
