@irwysgaunt location: up to you! notes: two bergians chit chatting at the function
Far from home, once again. The lingering injury from the assassin's failed strike would've been reason enough for the Pryor to remain in Bergia, but he wouldn't duck his head and hide from the assailants. If they wished to see the resilience of the Northernmost Kingdom, then the Argonians - hidden behind their failure - could stare at the Pryor to testament to what they failed to finish.
"You'll be fighting?" It was phrased as a question but it wasn't much of one, where the Bergian once didn't have much in his heart for vengeance, that was abandoned. "Good. I'm eager to see some of this Argonian blood hit the sand." Enough of his ichor stained the ground of that Valtolian labyrinth - if misfortune intended to follow him over yet another border, then Iskander would see it land on someone else's head.
