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Opalia was not angry anymore, just determined. Better the riders who fear the tunnels than the qiqion who fear nothing.' The shadows feast and only grow in strength. That way,' he said, thrusting his finger towards the distant cookfires. 'Kann, the Great Mountain, rendered unto Fergus a vision. It is an acknowledgement of our circumstances.' If we turn our back on a lesser evil to confront a greater it is not cowardice. A difficult discussion lay ahead however, and inevitably some would be disappointed regardless of the outcome. But if we run, you run with us.'Īrvid sighed in relief upon sighting Opalia and offered a silent prayer to Ildiko for keeping her safe. 'All I ask is we make a decision we can live with.' Hard to attack, but hard to get moving as well. But you're not really asking, are you Opalia?'Ĭora looked at the same cookfires, the same dawn, the same digging that the goliath did, and saw an enemy entrenched. Flee while there's a chance to save more by gathering our forces and protecting the sword, not handing it to the Francos. There is time to stop them, before they harm more.' She looked over her comrades and asked bluntly, 'What now, little friends? Do we face enemy of all good northerfolk, or do we FLEE?'

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Opalia rose to her full towering height and pronounced, 'We have full day to travel to cave-dig NOT-SEEN and make ready to for best squishing of BAD KING-MANS. RULDHEIM town is clear, but just as dead as they did leave it.' She answered the follow-up question with a nod toward the distant site of the cave-in, 'BAD KING-MANS still dig. When Cora spoke the giantess turned and a bright grin spread across her features, 'Bright skies to you, little CORA!' A glance past the half-orcess chef revealed the rest of the fellowship emerging as well, and Opalia waved to them. She gazed out over the vast northern tundra, and any who approached the precipice could see that her eyes were fixed upon the rising smoke from distant cookfires. Opalia brooded on a raised ridge not far from the cave's exit, her auburn mane whipping in the early morning winds. They'd simply need to pursue any decision they made as one, and with all their strength. It was foolish to go over the same ground with Opalia over and over, especially since her argument had as much likelihood to end in their deaths as any other. The subject of attacking the Francos, not attacking the Francos, did not come up. There were no Francos in sight, but the smoke of morning cook-fires rising from the direction of the cave-in suggested they were still in the vicinity.Ĭora tried to announce herself as she approached Opalia, getting low though there was little chance much else than her elven chain would catch in the morning light. When the rest of the party caught up to her, they were relieved to find her sitting quietly atop a ridge, staring out over the ruins of Ruldheim. It almost seemed as if she'd wanted to be followed, though the trail of debris she left in her wake may simply have been the natural consequence of an angry goliath stompingthrough an underground cavern.įarra and Keth, along with their goodbyes, could offer only sheepish, blushing half-explanations for why they had not noticed the enormous woman storming off. Fortunately, the path she'd taken to the surface was easy to follow.