Without his own network of information, the archer was really left to his own accord. He hadn't found anyone he truly trusted to do the work for him. Problem was, Innes had no experience in the field of intel. He was a strategist, the one formulating solutions with the information he'd been given. He was not the investigator.

And yet there he was in his long green robes with a longbow slung over his shoulder. He'd heard the fighting in the distance, but it was the words that caught his attention. Sinned mortally? "When did the Theocracy get here?" he frowned, rounding the corner, only to see it was someone who he didn't recognize, someone who didn't even come from his own world. Was he... commanding a dragon?