GlassEye
Adventurer
Catkins shakes his head dismissing Lizt's suspicions. "I go up there on my own and I'll be in for it all again. I go up with you I got a tale to tell my future grandbabies." He grins and it seems like it is all a game for him.
Regardless, as the group advances up the narrow track to the village of Hirot and the great hall perched on the ridge behind the palisade a long mournful horn is sounded echoing down the vale, declaring your approach to all.
By the time you reach the open gate two guards await your arrival, neither familiar to anyone except Lizt. She knows their names are Mocle and Naven and are decent enough fellows for militia. They spot her and call out. "Hey, is that Lizt? We heard you got carried off by the Hound."
Regardless, as the group advances up the narrow track to the village of Hirot and the great hall perched on the ridge behind the palisade a long mournful horn is sounded echoing down the vale, declaring your approach to all.
By the time you reach the open gate two guards await your arrival, neither familiar to anyone except Lizt. She knows their names are Mocle and Naven and are decent enough fellows for militia. They spot her and call out. "Hey, is that Lizt? We heard you got carried off by the Hound."