After a conversation with the gypsies on the road, they go on their way, having divulged to you that just an hour ago, a man matching Firigin's description sped past them hopping on one foot at an unbelievably fast pace. Shortly after, four angry-looking mercenaries rode past on tired horses. One of the children had piped up saying that she had noticed an odd, white leaf on the hopping man's foot.
You head off in the direction given, and soon hear the sound of crashing waves against the shore. Cresting a final hill, you see three men beating on the doors and windows of an incredibly white, spherical building. The full spectrum of the sun seems to be collected, intensified, and reflected off the dome.
Shielding your eyes, you can make out a fourth person standing in front of the building. She calls out, "Firigin! You scad! We had a deal, you slimy piece of Koru offal! When we're done with you, there'll be nothing left - we'll destroy even those pearly whites you're so proud of. You're a dead man either way, but we'll kill you quickly if you let us in!
"Gorta, move away from the door." A thick-necked man complied and a swath of fire shot from the woman's hand and struck the door. It rattled in its frame, but the flames rolled over the sphere and dissipated. The woman let out a screech, "Tear down that door!" Gorta moved back into position and swung his heavy club again at the wooden door.
OOC: Great montage, everyone. Sorry for my delay. It has been a very rough week as we've had to deal with some family things. We should be back on schedule though.
