Aurar woke up to the drums beating in the distance on instinct he drew his axe and tightly held it in his hand. His sudden movements caused gasps to come from the women as they stumbled to the floor to get away from him. Realizing his location he lowered it.
He spat on the ground. “The goblins are coming.”
His eyes looked from one person to the next for uniform or some indication of rank
When he thought he found a person a young boy.
“Where is Oliver?” Aurar asked.
“I think he is upstairs,” the boy stammered his eyes looking down to the ground as he tried to help some of the ladies who still remained on the ground up.
Aurar scratched his beard and ignored the scene before him as others moved out of his way as he headed upstairs. He was not bothered by their behavior he had seen it
