Thirrin frowned. "The goal is to defeat Belorum and The Polypontian army." Thirrin explained. Oskan knew Thirrin was starting to feel uneasy. "We can have a meeting at the blood palace sometime soon. We should bee going." He said. before they bowed and left.
"Oskan, Do you think the werewolf king is a good ally?" Thirrin asked as they looked for the right herbs in Oskan's cave. "I've never met him, but he may make a great ally." The warlock answered.
"It's... intersting, to say the least. There's something strange about it. I can't quite pick it out." Illeera pulled her black cloak around her as the breeze blew quietly.
Illeera laughed, quietly. "I have a feeling something significant will happen soon. Something that all will feel the wrath of..." Illeera held around Dante's waist so she wouldn't fall off.
"I just have this... this feeling. I don't know exactly. But something's going to happen." Suddenly the breeze compleatly stopped. "The calm before the storm." Illeera muttered.