Eventually they come to the banks of the great lake. Its surface shines with the light of the stars above, stirred by the ever-present wind. An armored figure stands on the shore, icy blue gaze piercing through visor and night to track Reòthadh’s movements.
Jerrod waits with his sword drawn.
A short distance away are Tansia, Skaudmol, and a third chieftain, presumably of the Tribe of the Bear.