Trapped with words

Damn Jorrik cursed silently. The others were turning now to look at him, they expected answers and what could he tell them. They would think him crazy... or would they? This whole adventure was crazy!

"You can tell us." Balar said watching him with that intent stare of his.

Jorrik looked over towards Luna and Garand and let out a sigh. They knew, it was clear. Not only had they marked his behavior they also felt the magic of the place, it was in their blood.

"This stone is a guide of sorts, channels the flow of magical energy and allows casting over great distances." He opened his mind to the vision he had seen, leaving only his observations of the Jotun aside.

"I have no magic other than the weapons I carry but I see it. I see the flow of magic and destiny around others. I always have. This place is a lodestone for it and it reeks of death. I believe it is a tool of the necromancer we seek..."