Captain Danae Morgan emerged from the Raven’s Revenge and strode down the gangplank with a proud grin on her lips. The stand-off had been tense. The mercenary commander didn’t want to back down, and Danae sure as hell wasn’t going to back down. It could have escalated, but thankfully their commander was intelligent enough to recognize that Danae and her crew had the obvious high-ground. She was thankful they took her at face value and didn’t look too closely.

“What about food and supplies?” Alena inquired nervously between heavy breaths as the group passed through the Eastern Watchpost. She struggled to get through the snow and to keep up with the others. Her short legs made it challenging, and she had already put Gordo to rest, so he was not able to assist. “We’re not going to have enough if we continue on without re-supplying. You know how Clarkus gets if he doesn’t have enough to eat.”

Forgetting about her troubling symptoms, Nienna sprung to her feet and strode through the calf-high snow toward the figure. Like the rest of her surroundings, the snow started to disappear, leaving behind a desiccated stone path for her to follow. She assumed she was having another vision, similar to what happened back at the Priory. How she was here again still remained a mystery. There had to be an explanation for what was happening, and Nienna hoped the stranger had some answers.