Scarred

Crash! A thud onto the hard wooden floor. The sheets flared everywhere, then gently subsided down with the Dwarf, covering his body. He quickly rises to his feet, realizing that he's not alone. Another Dwarf and a Night Elf stand by a few feet away from him by the stairway.

"Berl?" spoke the Dwarf near the stairway. He was covered in grey heavy armor with a helmet that had two horns protruding up. The center of the helmet had the symbol of Ironforge on it. On his back lay a shield with almost the same identical symbol, except enlarged. A hammer dangles from the left side of his waist. The Dwarf stepped closer.

The one called Berl, dressed in green armor with gloves and boots that had a type of crown stitched near the wrist and the heels, judged the armored Dwarf for a few minutes, then glanced at the Night Elf, who responded back by staring into his eyes. Berl threw the sheets onto the bed beside him, then heaved a sigh.

"How long was I out fer?" Berl spoke, tone solid and dire. "I couldn't have been out fer that..."

He took a glance and his left arm. Bandages almost engulfed his whole entire arm. At around the elbow lay a dark purple blotch that glowed through the coverings. He looked at his arm, then at the two near the stairway, then back at the arm....

"What the hell is this!?" Berl shouted. The two remain silent, heads bobbed and staring at the wooden floor.

"Please calm down Mr.Riflemot," The Night Elf spoke, "I will inform you of everything once we get a grasp of the situation. Barzik has told me half of what's going on. Now it's time for you to speak."

Barzik scratched his head with a finger, then looked up to Berl, who was glaring at him. Barzik sighed, then moved closer to Berl. Barzik clutched an arm on Berl's shoulder.

"Listen Berlshenk," he said, "I know what yer feelin right about now, but ya gotta calm down. We can't bring the rookies 'er anyone else back from the dead. Just tell the sentinel what ya know 'n..."

"Merinda," the Night Elf spoke, "Please call me Merinda."

Barzik gave a glance at Merina, then smiled and nodded. "Tell Merinda what happened when ya ditched us. We need ta know everythin."

Berlshenk slowly moved his hand up, then plucked Barzik's hand off of his shoulder. He took a long, hard stare at the sentinel, who was fidgeting in her purple armor, then backed towards the bed and slowly sat down upon it.

He growled silently. "Wait downstairs. I'll come down in a few minutes."

Barzik and Merinda exchanged glances with each other. Merina shrugged, then showed herself down the stairs. Barzik followed midway, then stopped at the first step and turned to look at Berlshenk.

"I'm sorry Berlshenk," he said, "Grieve all ya want, but remember that they're dead. Mardia, Beln, Rotzer, everyone. Don't let yer heart turn black."

Barzik turned, then stepped down the stairs. Berlshenk sat there in silence, head low and hands trembling. His eyes closed halfway, then shut tightly. His hands flew to his face, covering the tears dripping down and barely muffling the cries.