Now that the fight was over, Tarric wasn't entirely steady himself. His torso immediately under the breastbone, where Dagmar had driven her elbow, ached fiercely, and he was still having difficulty drawing a full breath. The enraged energy from the fight was draining away, leaving him tired, both physically and emotionally.
Nevertheless he did his best to stand proudly before the lord of Tyrant Hill. He inclined his head with the respect that was due, no more and no less. Even that sent a fresh stab of pain through him. The Beorning could feel when Olwinne stepped near in support, should he need it. The elf registered as an oddity, but Mogdred must be addressed first.
"I fear any meaning there may have been is lost on this one, Sir Mogdred," he answered, with a disgusted glance to Dagmar and then away again. "Perhaps there was no meaning in the first place, as a fight cannot undo what has been done." Now his gaze rested on the sad parcel of dead birds. "I lost my temper, but I cannot regret it."
Assets Tarric and Olwinne both have +1 talisman vs orcs.
Berserker - (Combat Talent) |
Progress ▥= 1 tick, ▦= 2 ticks, ▩= 3 ticks, ⬛= full
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