HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
"Shar os si Paer," Tira says with a shiver. "That leads to the Ways of the Dead." She turns back to face down Malaroc. "I don't understand. Are you saying Jareth had the oppurtinuity to come here with you to save Tharivol and he declined? Why? I thought he wanted to save Tharivol more than anything." she stares off at the manor.
Without looking away form the cold stone building she says in a serious tone to Malaroc. "Move a quarter of a mile inland and you will have a patrol on you in minutes. Move another half mile and they will have had time to have a second patrol set an ambush for you somewhere along your path. If you chose to go, then you best make peace with the gods, for you feet will not step further than a mile from where you stand."
"The only way for you to reach Tirol and save Tharivol is that way." she says pointing to the dark passage. "But then you would probably spend ten years or more wandering those caverns before you came near Tirol, without my help."
Without looking away form the cold stone building she says in a serious tone to Malaroc. "Move a quarter of a mile inland and you will have a patrol on you in minutes. Move another half mile and they will have had time to have a second patrol set an ambush for you somewhere along your path. If you chose to go, then you best make peace with the gods, for you feet will not step further than a mile from where you stand."
"The only way for you to reach Tirol and save Tharivol is that way." she says pointing to the dark passage. "But then you would probably spend ten years or more wandering those caverns before you came near Tirol, without my help."