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Beresad Sat in a cave slowly working magical to heal his wound. This aggression would not go unpunished. Once his cut lip was healed, he took off in search of Saragoth. Beresad found him resting in another cave. Saragoth looked up.

"Beresad! You came back! What are--"

"Shhh. Lie still my brother, you are injured from the duel. I can help repair your cuts and your wing, and even repair your arm. (I don't know if Beresad is allowed to grow Saragoth' s hand back over several weeks. If so, he begins that process.)"

"I am grateful, Beresad. You surveyed the battlefield afterwards, how did we do?"

"Their army was largely reduced to cinders by my magic and your fire. Most that survived were badly injured. I'd say they'll take longer healing than yourself."

"How long will my wounds take?"

"Several weeks. Why?"

"Because at the end of those weeks I want you to call all the military might you can muster, to burn the White City down, once and for all!"

"Be settled brother, lest you aggravate your wounds further. Once you are at full strength, I believe that I shall take you up on that idea. To think I thought that these mindless beasts could be useful against the Dragonlords."