Lythae sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "War sucks." He mutters to himself. The threat looms in every corner, this time against elves and humans alike, uniting both species. It was unexpected, but the necromancers from far north had killed both human and elf alike. Forcing an unexpected alliance.

Another round of injured return, with only one person who's conscious on a horse. "Here." He offers them to help dismount the tired horse.