Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160824014754

"So, I would get that book copied, if I were you.  And one more thing you should know," Alcamarie says, in an almost bored tone, "Conrad sent a Shoggoth to find you.  It hasn't picked up your scent yet, but I imagine it will, eventually." She smiles at Armata. "Until we finally meet, dark one." She fades from sight.

Everyone watches the image disappear.

"I don't know what she means by that, but I suggest we leave," Ibrahim says.

The group sets off. Praetor leading, Hound close by him, the Dwarves in a column. Onward they travel, until Arenesse is within sight.

Dee has taken it upon herself to be near Armata, despite the glances of suspicion she gets from everyone else.

"That's it, Lord," Dee says, pointing to the woods. "I'm not fonds of woods, myself, but...' she trails off under his gaze.