[Bozos of Bones]

High Inquisitor Furomon

"The battle is lost because of your fear. Your cowardice!" the Inquisitor looked towards the gates to see the legionaire and Elaynnor walking in. The grimace of his face turned into even more anger as he took long, hard strides towards the new arrivals. "What do you have to say for yourselves?" he asked of Elaynnor "No, I am not even interested. The fact remains, your reluctance to join the battle has cost us the field!" he turned to all of them. under his robes, he already had the sacred mark of the Branded heated, and resisted the urge to use it on these... these cowards. He pointed his finger at Legionaire, and said "This man stayed untill the last moments of battle! He forfeited his own life to save your own unworthy, retreating little lives! In the next battle, the first to flinch will die! And I will make sure of it! In the next battle, I will go together with my guard, and I will lead a group to show you how a battle is fought!" He looked them all over, disgust on his face.