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<blockquote data-quote="Maidhc O Casain" data-source="post: 6839260" data-attributes="member: 29558">Cedric remains silent as he leads you the short trek through the barbarian's camp, ending the walk at a smallish tent with nothing to distinguish it from the others in the camp. He indicates that you should wait, pokes his head inside the flap and speaks a few words that are muffled by the canvas. Upon withdrawing his head he holds the flap up for you to enter, his expression grim.The interior of the tent is dim; the banked coals in the brazier keep the area quite warm. As you file in you see a tall woman with white hair laying on the pallet. She's covered with blankets even in the heat. Though it's apparent she was once quite muscular, injury or illness has withered her once proud frame and she can barely muster the energy to raise a hand in greeting. Fierce will emanates from her ice blue eyes, which are sunken in their sockets.Her voice, once accustomed to ringing across the field of battle, is now a rough sandpaper whisper that can nevertheless be heard clearly in the cramped confines of the tent.&quot;Greeting, heroes. I understand that although Aradra started you on the road to our aid he was unable to accompany you here.&quot; She sighs and closes her eyes for a moment. &quot;That is as well. Much has changed since I sent for aid, and I would not wish for my old friend to see me in my current state. He is strong of will, but I fear he would not be able to do what must be done.&quot;Her gaze turns briefly to Heinrich. &quot;Hello, Mage. I'm glad you were able to interpret our directions and find your way to this place. I hope I have not brought you all to your doom.&quot; Her voice fade a bit at the end of her last statement and she closes her eyes once more; this time they remain closed for long moments as silence fills the tent.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Maidhc O Casain, post: 6839260, member: 29558"] Cedric remains silent as he leads you the short trek through the barbarian's camp, ending the walk at a smallish tent with nothing to distinguish it from the others in the camp. He indicates that you should wait, pokes his head inside the flap and speaks a few words that are muffled by the canvas. Upon withdrawing his head he holds the flap up for you to enter, his expression grim. The interior of the tent is dim; the banked coals in the brazier keep the area quite warm. As you file in you see a tall woman with white hair laying on the pallet. She's covered with blankets even in the heat. Though it's apparent she was once quite muscular, injury or illness has withered her once proud frame and she can barely muster the energy to raise a hand in greeting. Fierce will emanates from her ice blue eyes, which are sunken in their sockets. Her voice, once accustomed to ringing across the field of battle, is now a rough sandpaper whisper that can nevertheless be heard clearly in the cramped confines of the tent. [COLOR="Silver"]"Greeting, heroes. I understand that although Aradra started you on the road to our aid he was unable to accompany you here."[/COLOR] She sighs and closes her eyes for a moment. [COLOR="Silver"]"That is as well. Much has changed since I sent for aid, and I would not wish for my old friend to see me in my current state. He is strong of will, but I fear he would not be able to do what must be done."[/COLOR] Her gaze turns briefly to Heinrich. [COLOR="Silver"]"Hello, Mage. I'm glad you were able to interpret our directions and find your way to this place. I hope I have not brought you all to your doom."[/COLOR] Her voice fade a bit at the end of her last statement and she closes her eyes once more; this time they remain closed for long moments as silence fills the tent. [/QUOTE]

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