Legend
EXP: 45,220, Level: 9
Level completed: 13%,
EXP required for next Level: 8,780
After he'd gone out of his way to pull that kid out of the pool, the battle was over.
Nosdyn caught his breath at that point...he was breathing heavy. When the monks showed up and reverted the chamber to it's normal state the portly fellow from before walked up to him. Nosdyn nodded towards the monk for a moment or two.
"Your leg is wounded." The monk said.
"I know." Nosdyn said in response. "I'll have your healers fix me up."
"What were you trying to prove?" The monk suddenly asked.
"That I could show mercy to someone." It was a profound statement. The healers carried the boy, Morus off to the infirmary to begin their work on him. Nosdyn sighed. He felt a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
"Why are you having such a change of heart? I thought all your kind was ruthless." The monk walked alongside Nosdyn as he walked to he healer's area.
"...It's difficult to explain." Nosdyn began as he limped alongside the monk. "My time in Stonevale has influenced me a great deal. I have regained my sense of honour and duty." Nosdyn said very carefully, he did not want to reveal too much though. Stonevale has changed me... He thought to himself.
The monk nodded as he heard what Nosdyn was saying. "Stonevale can have that effect on folks. I've heard stories of that though."
"I was searching for a purpose when I had none." Nosdyn said carefully. "Stonevale provided me with that purpose. For the first time in my life I felt like I could call someplace home, and have someone to fight for." Nosdyn was searching for something for a long time. Answers perhaps, but it was something nonetheless. "Monk. Thank you for giving me this chance to prove myself."
"I've done nothing. However I am glad that Stonevale has given you a purpose." The monk said. "We will need strong warriors like yourself in the coming days." The monk said.
"Monk. I had something I wanted to ask you." Nosdyn said out of the blue.
"What's that?" The monk asked in return.
"Is there really salvation for those like me?" The demon suddenly asked.
"There is always hope." The monk responded. "When you have healed from your injuries seek me out again and I will explain to you a story I heard from my grandfather one time. It was about the old Ixian Knights." The monk said with a small hint of pride in his eyes.
Nosdyn nodded. "The Knights...I have heard of them and their teachings. Very well. When the time is right I will ask you again about them." Nosdyn sat down on a bed in the healing ward. He was tired, but he felt better than he had in a long time. As if he were waking up form a long nightmare. The healers began their work on his leg, and what other injuries he'd received. Much to Nosdyn's surprise the limp that Morus caused would become permanent. The nurse explained that but worked on his leg anyway...Nosdyn closed his eyes and went to sleep.