Frankly, It made no sense to him as how he got here, as a member of the Border Guard, Darur was definitely an odd fellow to find in the BG, being a big, scaly draconian and all. He was stationed to pretty much what would be a death sentence, to face the enemy first and head-on instead of sniping and artillery, he was CQC, armed with a shotgun and an ax, which were slung behind his back in-between he wings. He still wondered to himself how he got here, perhaps...punishment? To kill me by accident? It was unknown to him, Darur did nothing wrong, except be himself, perhaps it was his combat skills, YES! that must have been it! Those racist jerks! No point in bothering them about it now, what's done is done, and hey, he might actually live to face a new, better life of freedom and redemption, even add a little side of revenge to the plate as well!
But he had to get through this, the Border Guard first, and deal with those undead boneheads as well.
After a while of staring into the dark lands known as Kallistine in the rain, getting himself all muddy and wet, his stomach began rumbling, so it was within the best interest of himself, himself, and, well, himself to go leave his staring and to go and eat at the Mess Hall it was pretty messy, and he needs a butt-load of food to satisfy him, which, in his case, was allowed, he sat down at a table with who seemed like a seasoned veteran sitting diagonal from him. He was a human male, with a fair amount of complexion on his face, and he wore a saggy, makeshift eye-patch and it hung so low you could see the blood-stained hole for where the eye used to be. He also had faded black hair, and a singular, brown eye that stared at Darur coldly as he continued to take his bites of food, while Darur just engulfed his whole food in one sitting, and stared at the cold hard vet. After a while of awkward, he finally looked at the overgrown lizard; "What 'ya lookin' at me like that? Is thur' somethin' about me botherin' 'ya?"
Darur nodded in agreement "Yes, In fact, it's your attitude. What killed it?"
He laughed for a bit before responding "What 'ya think? Look outside! Try livin' like this 'til you die!"
"That is always a fun thought..." but alas, the man left, and he was all alone again, with nothing else to do, he got himself out of the Mess Hall, and out back into the drenched trenches, break time's over.
Darur was further intruded by a small group of soldiers caught up in a heated argument, one was undoubtedly drunk, the other was as innocently new as Darur was, the argument was about things that were none of his concern, he just leaned on a wall and listened to them intently. It has been boring anyways, so this seemed like the highlight of his day. As all arguments and flare-ups do, it died and they made up, turns out, the man was named Vaub and the woman named Lily. She apparently offered him homebrew...
That's always nice to think about!
