Chapter Three - Return to the Mournland

Kalli quietly steps in. "Still no news, but there’s a rumour that you may be right.", she says with a sigh. "Let’s give it a day though. The Dogs are resourceful."

She takes another of Meepo’s scones and chews on it absentmindedly. "If they’re not back tomorrow, they’ll almost assuredly be out of supplies. Perhaps we can confirm the rumours before then.", she swallows hard.

She sits in silence for awhile, before snatching her sending stone out. Tryne hears the deep voice of Lord Tornn, "I can confirm we will be in Salvation Outpost with the last rail. Where shall we meet you."

"Meet us in the old abandoned church on the south side of town.", Kalli responds. She nods to Tryne to confirm this is indeed alright.

Kalli nods, "Of course, it would be most unwise to attempt a journey to Eston without a plan.", she says.

"We have found a number of well scouted spots that are, for lack of a better word, ‘safe’. That’s why we’re rather successful, but also worrying that they haven’t returned.", she stares at the unfinished pastry in her hand, calculating, "I would have to guide you. There’s no map for the trek."

Kalli listens quietly, her usual infectious smile replaced with a look of understanding. She allows a pause after Tryne finishes before she responds, "It seems no one ends up in Salvation unless they’re running from something… or searching for something, Mr. Knight.", she says with a knowing nod. She looks at Laulalith as the elf joins them, "Myself, I’m looking for something. My countrymen lost everything to that wasteland. I’m trying my best to give them back what I can.", she says in a rare moment of forlorning.

To answer Laulalith’s query, "No other sending stones and the only cleric I know in town is Mother Jahanah. She wouldn’t know the Dogs very well. They’re not exactly the Host-fearing type.", she says with a smirk.

Meanwhile, in the basement, Meepo opens the pot with his mage hand. Within the iron, he finds a black, leathery scroll, inked in blood. He can feel its dark magic pulsing as he looks upon it. 37, Vice and Torhak, see only the black. The writing seems blurry, no matter how hard they try to focus on it. Meepo, however, can clearly read its macabre runes. The words Finger of Death, strikingly scrawled across it.

Kalli leaves the others to collect Belaluur in anticipation of Lord Tornn’s arrival. The goblin broker returns as the evening rail pulls into Salvation Station.

An entourage of three men and three half orcs escort a very large, grey skinned jhorgun'taal. His black leather trenchcoat is adorned with mismatched plate armour. Trophies of his bounty hunter past. He makes little effort to conceal the interwoven lines of a purple mark of finding upon his muscular shoulders that branches out to his chest. His escort is likewise made up of marked hunters. Their eyes skillfully scan the streets for any sign of threat. They march with purpose, directly to the church. Lord Tornn himself knocks at the side door as the rest watch the streets.