Bridge of Balance In memoriam to those who lost their lives in the dreaded battles with Dreylan and the Dark Warriors.

Justin follows Razz up the road, gazing about in blank confusion and wonderment. You'd think he'd never seen a city before. As he draws even with her, he reads the plaque dedicating the Bridge of Balance, and... pauses. "...well."

Razz stops in her tracks, sensing Justin's pause. She could sense his attention being focused on... well, something. What ever that something is. An object, medium in size. "What is it?" She asked.

Justin reaches a hand out to trace the lines, himself. "A plaque. A dedication for this bridge, or somesuch. To the people who fought to repel the Dreylan invasions." He smiles, faintly.

Razz cocked her head slightly. "Dreylan..." Aah, she remembers. "That's when you met Lexi, isn't it?"

Razz reached out, likewise, and felt the script indented into the smooth, metal surface. "What does it say?"

Justin reads, his voice oddly solemn: "In memoriam to those who lost their lives in the dreaded battles with Dreylan and the Dark Warriors."

Razz stands, quiet once more. "So... what is in memorian to those people?"

Justin waves an arm. "This bridge, I suppose. It's quite a nice bridge." He still sounds a bit odd... interesting.

Razz turned her head to face Justin. "Is something wrong?"

Justin shakes his head. "No...it's just...strange. I don't know. It's weird to see a memorial to yourself, or people you knew, like."

Razz lowered her head, and wondered. "You were a medic, back then?"

Justin nods. "Yeah. Wasn't good for much else, really"

Razz asks: How long ago was it?

Justin scratches his head. "It was...gods...forty years? I really don't know. Forever."

Razz doesn't really know what to say to that, really. Except that it's a long, long time. "What do you remember about it?"

Justin squeezes his eyes shut a moment, shakes his head. "Nasty, nasty things. They levelled half the town. I never saw much of the actual fighting, only the results of it. We didn't save many who were sent to us."

Razz fell silent once more. There really isn't much that she can say to that. War is ugly, she's heard someone say once. "Why do people do that? Kill each other?" She asked, naive.

Justin shrugs. "Some people think there's something to be gained by it. Some figure they've got nothing to lose by it. Some, one can never really know. Witness Dreylan."

Razz thought about it, then again, she doesn't know anything about him. "Who was Dreylan?" She asked.

Justin waves an arm in a supremely vague gesture. "A 'necromancer of unimaginable power'. Utterly insane. Not even certain if he was human anymore, or elven, or whatever he started out as. Seemed obsessed with ruling this world."

Razz , of course, wasn't thrilled with that little piece of information, but it didn't quite effect her all that much. "How did he fall?"

Justin makes a face. "Deposed by some...thing, I guess, even more evil and even less human. So far as I know nothing further has been heard out of it since then, but...well."

Razz blinked at that. Well. "Something even more evil and less human?"

Justin nods. "That's the best description I've been able to get out of anyone, so far. Really makes you feel good about it, doesn't it?"

Razz took a short moment to get the sarcasm behind the words. "Aah."

Razz was reminded, by this conversation, of the killings that she herself had done... Of course, she only knows surely of one... the man who had attacked her in the woods around the tower... even though she doesn't remember it herself. She still got sick all over the floor when she learned of it, though. But... in an earlier time... likely before this world. She was... another person entirely... "... an executioner..." she murmured softly.

Justin shakes his head, slowly. "An executioner at least knows the value of the life he's taking. Rovorr would be more accurately a butcher."

Razz blinked. "Who's Rovorr?"

Justin waves an arm again, that same vague gesture. "The thing that displaced Dreylan."

Razz wondered. "What do you know about him?"

Justin shakes his head. "His name." He frowns slightly. "I've apparently been far too long away from here."

Razz asks: When was the last time you were here?

Justin doesn't know, really. "I really don't know. Not since Dreylan, maybe. There's really not much here for me."

Razz nodded, looking somewhat thoughtful. Giving a small tug on Justin's coat, she murmured. "Let's go."

Justin nods solemnly. "Right. We still haven't found the damnable inn." He leads off to the north, where they'd been hoping to find it.