After a brief sleep, Anasazi awoke. His joints and bones reminded him of days long gone. Arrow wounds, mace bashes, and worse...
As they all came back to him, a wry smile crossed his face...but it was short lived as he made his way to his haggard feet.
"Son of the gods!!" he said with a grunt.
Looking around him, he was unsure of where he was for a moment or two...but he quickly gather his wits.
The royal castle...what now? he thought.
Thinking back to the many times he had been in the presence of the Royal Court, and the many times he had fought against them...he was hesitant.
"Oh, why not?" he said aloud as he struggled to pull his boots up.
Looking down, he realized that he had allowed his armor to fall into disrepair.
Well, if they have any reason to kill an old man like me...armor wouldn't stop them, he thought.
He struggled, once again, out of his front door.
As they all came back to him, a wry smile crossed his face...but it was short lived as he made his way to his haggard feet.
"Son of the gods!!" he said with a grunt.
Looking around him, he was unsure of where he was for a moment or two...but he quickly gather his wits.
The royal castle...what now? he thought.
Thinking back to the many times he had been in the presence of the Royal Court, and the many times he had fought against them...he was hesitant.
"Oh, why not?" he said aloud as he struggled to pull his boots up.
Looking down, he realized that he had allowed his armor to fall into disrepair.
Well, if they have any reason to kill an old man like me...armor wouldn't stop them, he thought.
He struggled, once again, out of his front door.