Xarsovas watched the winged ones as they formulated a deal between themselves. No doubt they are plotting to search for more wingless for massacre Xarsovas thought. He tuned out the bar and inched closer to the edge of the stall to hear what exchange in information they may have.
"We have acquired the intel from the search party and will carry out collecting the savages for extermination, tonight," whispered one of the sentry members.
"Tonight? Is that not too soon we could gather so many more if we had..." The other sentry was interrupted abruptly.
"No," Interjected what seemed to be the higher authority in this group of sentries, "This is from the higher ups." The first sentry leaned towards his subordinate to remain more discrete. Xarsovas leaned in towards the two sentries exchange to better hear.
"Some of the intel that was gathered indicates the wingless MARTYR is here some where!" The underling's eyes widened and gritted his teeth, "That cowardly REJECT!" Standing up too quickly out of anger he knocked the stool where his haunch sat aside. His arm swept the counter spilling ale across it, onto a patron who appeared to have over heard some of the conversation. The bar tender, a rather large creature resembling a crocodile stared and snarled at the two patrons. The sentries looked onward at him for a moment before dropping a few coins onto the bar and leaving with great intent. They had apparently cause too much suspicion with the locals in the bar. Xarsovas finished the last few drops of his drink staring into his tankard. He let out an audible sigh and left to his room to equip for the battle that will soon take over the quiet night.

Quick story for this one. If i did not have the attention span of a child I would love to write a whole book with him. Oh well I hope you enjoy it.
Art by  laphund
Xarsovas and story owned by me