Listen to your Gut

Something had been bothering Majvoc. A feeling in his gut, and Majvoc always listened to his gut. The others presumed he had gone on ahead whereas in fact he had circled around to the rear.

He did not know if it were the strange assailant they had met outside the caves or some other danger but he could not shake it.

He crouched behind a frozen thicket and watched as dark shapes emerged from the icy mist. The Legion of Sol, at least twenty men armed and armoured... and of God's balls he hated being right all the time. Sigrid and her bloody bandit Sisters of the Old. At least ten of them.

He scowled as he saw them driving before them two dwarves, one male and one female. He recognised the first as Ifran their guide. There could be no doubt now about their quarry.

Taking care to ensure he had not been seen he turned tail and fled to warn the others.

OOC : Welcome on board Esimed, you are just in time to help or hinder our company in a rather tight spot.