Zaroth was but a simple human. He had sustained some damage from his fight against Henry and his guards, but it wasn't enough to hinder him significantly.
"It will be wise to search for a healer once all this is over," he muttered as he massaged the black spots over his body.
In times like these, he realized how valuable and crucial healers truly were.
Exiting from the room where he had killed the Outlaws leader, he went to the auction room, intending to help Eldros if he needed assistance. However, what greeted him was a pleasant surprise—corpses laid on the ground, lifeless.
It didn't take a genius to figure out that Eldros had taken them all out. A pale smile appeared on Zaroth's face.
"See, I didn't ask for too much, did I?"
Seeing that there were no enemies to be dealt with here he began to wander the streets of the city, wanting to help in the battle, but to his surprise, there were no fights, only corpses remained.
"Is it over? So soon?" he questioned.
