Ludo tossed the bag of gemstones to Miklos and tried on the jade ring to see if it fit. It did, and quite nicely. “Well there will be no more running from this evil tyrant. The terror he bought to so many is finished. Just before he attacked us, I found his lair in Threshold. I suggest we go back under cover of darkness and finish clearing it out.”
“Threshold again?” questioned Hasan. “Let that rat’s nest fall apart on its own. We are off to, Hutaaka, did he say? That name means nothing to me.”
Seeing all the party members gathered around Golthar’s dead body, Ludo asked “Who is guarding Jolenta?”
“The priest is watching her,” Feldard answered Ludo and nodded over towards Maruc who was frowning in his direction. No doubt the priest had plans to heal him, even though the priest looked in just as bad a state. It was times like this that Feldard almost wished he could return the favour – but he had no such blessings and definitely no magic. The most that he could do was put off the inevitable, hoping it would give the priest time to recover a little himself. Feldard turned away from the priests piercing gaze and looked to Hasan.
“Hutaaka? What’s with this Hutaaka?” the dwarf questioned, having missed the dying Golthar’s last words.
Maruc finished dressing Stephan’s wounds.
“Thank you, Maruc,” Stephan said while inspecting the field dressings. He winced a little while standing.
He nodded over to Jolenta “Let’s go and see what she has to say for herself.”
Maruc lent over her trussed body and removed her holy symbol and kicked away her weapon and shield. He glanced at the Symbol. A jackal head with human-like eyes, much like the other statues they’d encountered in their travels though various Traladaran ruins.
“I know you are Jolenta, Priestess of Pflarr. You are in the employ of Golthar the wizard. We first saw you trailing us in Rifllian in the company of Golthar. You will tell us what Golthar hoped to gain from the secrets hidden in the mountains. Also what you you know of the Sons of Night?”
Jolenta’s cold eyes stared at Maruc. Her jaw was clenched. She would not be talking.
Miklos lent over Ludo. “Hutaaka eh? Hmm. Perhaps he meant the jackal headed statues we have be bumping into in these parts. He seems to have thought them of some value? He has revealed precious little before he died. Miklos lent over the corpse. “Flying spells, always unpredictable.”
Ludo helped carry the dead wizard into the clearing. He was unsure what would happen to Jolenta, but he was certain that some clues to the Sons of Night would be found in the Golthar’s lair. Also, he had to collect his bow from the watch. So he figured one more short visit to Threshold would need to take place before heading off into the wilderness.
Miklos was thinking along the same lines. “You found his lair did you say? An essential visit I’d say. We must know more of what we are heading into. We must pursue this trail to foil the plans of the Sons of Night and their allies. However, we are wounded. I for one need a rest and to memorize my spells. Let us bring his body into the clearing and I will determine what magical artifacts he had.”
“Da,” Stephan said nodding. “Now that Yellow Robes is gone, we don’t need to flee. Let’s go find a warm fire and cool pint in town. Rat’s nest or not. But we’ll have to keep a low profile after that business at the boarded up inn.”
Miklos sat crossed legged in front of the corpse and opened his spellbook. Out of it he read Kelmar’s Wondrous Revealer. An incantation that allowed him to see magical auras.
The world dimmed slightly. Feldard’s axe was picked out in crackling blue. His own spellbook was etched in orange. He raised his glance to Jolenta and the corpse. Amongst Jolenta’s equipment, her shield and mace gave off a glow of energy, not as strong as the dwarf’s axe, but magic nonetheless. Sligh’s shield too gave off a glow. The ring on Ludo’s finger too glowed fairly strongly with the telltale light of the arcane.