You stood before the aftermath of a recently scorned and pillaged remains of the former Iron Legion foothold. But was this right?, you thought to yourself.

As you thought to yourself, you heard labored grunting and groaning behind you, to be met with an injured Warden, limping towards you.

Even now his bravery dost not falter. He shambles towards you, an arrow still lodged in his stomach.

What do you do?