From the Shadows

The figure stood looking over the ruins of Bane's temple as the 'free' people of Shadowdale began to clean up the mess. A leather clad fist squeaked in protest as it was clenched tighter.

"The barracks, the temple, no one, not even the idiot Zhents stored that much volatiles in one place. Our vengeance was stolen!" a second fist protested with the first.

"The 'good' think they have won, we advise them, fight side by side, yet neither of us won today. The cowards ran back to their castle and left a token force behind. A way must be found to show this to the people of Shadowdale. The Zhents do not fool us and Shadowdale has lost its victory. Ashes in their mouths." Anyone watching might almost believe the figure walking away from the temple was happy.



((Sorry, I was not clearer, this is meant to be thought, not spoken out loud.))

*Taeron would speak in a calm, but firm voice*

Scyllua Darkhope was slain. Battle golems shattered. Hundreds of Zhents were vanquished and their foothold in the Dales diminished. Even skymages were killed in the clash.

This was a victory indeed. It is foolish of you to claim otherwise.

People of Shadowdale earned their freedom. And it is up to them to keep it firmly in their grasps.