Directions

"What ever path you follow, we thank you for your aid." Tiella said as she clambered up out of the snow with the aid of Balar.

"What is this prophecy you speak of?" Balar asked, brushing the snow from his tunic and cloak. He eyed the woman warily, not yet ready to fully trust her. "We tread a dangerous path but it is not a thing of legend of prophecy."

Jorrik laughed outright, "Gods balls man, if stealing into the realm of death to remove the head from Hels bloody shoulders is not a thing of legend and prophecy then what is?"

The group turned to glare at Jorrik and he shrugged and pointed towards the new comer, "What? If she is telling the truth she already knows."

"You have been around Majvoc too long." Tiella said disapprovingly.

"Am I to take the blame for everything." said the bowman "I did just save us after all."

"Save us? You ran away!" Tiella accused.

"I made a strategic retreat and circled round to seek advantage." Majvoc countered.

"Can you show us the way to the Necromancer Araghol?" Balar asked the newcomer.