Chapter Three - Return to the Mournland

Klause follows the kobold and the warforged through the chambers. The two confirm there is nothing more to find except a few pieces of uniform, some parchment, a rather fancy looking pen and a couple dried up ink wells.

"I hope I’m gonna miss this place.", Klause says absentmindedly as he takes in the empty space.

37 and Torhak take a position at a lever on each side of the large doors. As everyone readies themselves, and Vice juggles, the two large men pull the levers and the large beam retracts. They each then push the doors open.

The rising sun is concealed by the rocky outcropping, but the grey sky of the Mournland shines with the growing morning light. Shadows still fill the large alcove that conceals the warehouse. The scorched earth of the vanquished fire elemental is still visible at the other end. The group now notices the whispers sound much louder outside of the chamber.

As Meepo flies out, he rises into the rays of dawn and finds his eyes do not feel its sting. He gets a clearer view of the rocky desolation to the west. The Professor cautiously approaches the opening with an expectant look on his ethereal face. Klause’s trepidation shows as he shrinks back slightly, failing to hide his massive frame behind the tiny Vice.