In the hill top ruins
The Shaman releases a long slow breath. She smiles at Cromwell, and nods.
"It is good. From here you must travel northwest to the swamp that lies between the forest we call home and the mountains to the north. There you will find ..."
Behind the shaman one of the riders straightens in his saddle. He turns his head to one side, then to other. His worg moves uneasily beneath him.
Behind Nate and Fredar, Hadarook mutters, "He's heard something. I thought I heard something a couple of minutes ago."
The shaman's worg, which has til now remainded still at her feet, now surges to its feet, its hackles up and it's teeth barred. The shaman mutters something to the animal, then throws a questioning glance at Cromwell. Cromwell shakes his head.
The shaman says something to the animal, and it pads off in the direction of the western wall, sniffing the air.