Hey, I recognize you!

<<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?">>

Caligari pointed back at Jorrik like a zealot recognizing sorely needed confirmation of her faith, “The dulcet champion with stars in his eyes!”

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

“The cowardly two-faced guardian!” She hopped up and down as she identified another member of the prophecy.

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

“The reluctant leader is younger than I imagined, perhaps we both mitigate the waning years?” Caligari shrugged. “It’s not our place to recognize legendary acts from the mundane before they are committed. Otherwise we’d refrain from committing them for fear of unworthiness or inconsequentiality. Some things just have to happen. So yes, I can show you the way to the Necromancer.” She looked around again at the altered terrain and bit her lip then turned around to face the opposite direction, mumbling to herself. Without waiting for the others she stomped off into the plains, no longer treading lightly across the surface, but sinking in knee deep. “By the dead, that’s cold. I’m guessing it was you as overdone it with the snow, eh giant?”