Lady Savra looked upon the two coffins holding the bodies of Lord Dunford and Lady Merroska. The air was chilly on top of the Feathergale Spire and snow floated gently to the ground. Winter had come nearly a month early to the Dessarin Valley and the cool temperatures outside would help preserve the bodies until transportation to their families in Waterdeep.
Savra didn’t hear Lady Allison’s approach; the warrior was unnaturally stealthy when she wanted to be. Allison seemed to appear at Savra’s side, expertly twirling the spear that she had taken from the recently deceased air cult leader of the Howling Hatred, Queen Aerisi Kalinoth.
Allison stopped her twirling to admire the spear, “One thing could be said about Aerisi, she definitely had good taste in weapons. This spear is unlike anything I’ve seen.” The silver spear set with dark sapphires sparkled in the sunlight. “It’s as light as air,” Allison continued, “and was wasted in her hands. Now, wielded by a true master, such as myself, it will be able to do what it was meant to do.” Allison finished the sentence with a lightning quick thrust that Savra could barely track. Impressive indeed.
Savra nodded to the coffins of their fallen comrades, “I think Evaline Merosska redeemed the Merosska name by standing with us against the Queen. Her uncle might have forgotten what honor and good meant but Evaline showed that she knew. Lord Dunford…I didn’t know him that well, did you?”
Allison shrugged, “Not really, an opportunist is what I heard. Took the easy way and was quick with a blade.”
Savra nodded, “He was certainly quick, we saw that, as for his reasons for joining us against Aerisi I guess we’ll never know. Regardless I’m glad he was with us.”
They stood in silence watching the snow fall on the countryside. Savra could feel the touch of Gorm’s power fading. It had given her strength to seek vengeance against Aerisi on behalf of Tellion Daylon, the citizens of Red Larch and herself. With Aerisi’s death, vengeance had been satiated and Gorm’s power with it.
“What would you do now?” Allison asked.
“I’m not sure. Perhaps it is time I returned to my family. I’ve been gone for so long and I know they’re worried. I hesitate for I fear there is still much to do here for the Society…for the Valley.”
“There are still enemies to fight, more cults at least. Aerisi was right about one thing, those earth cultists are definitely a threat. The Howling Hatred was their main opposition. With their leader dead, I’m not sure who will stop them from growing in power.”
There was suddenly a bright reflection of light below on the road leading to the Spire. Allison and Savra focused on it and could see that it’s source was one of two riders on horses. They were headed to the Spire as fast as the snow-covered road would allow.
As they got closer, Savra’s face changed to an expression of worry as she recognized the rider that was the source of the bright reflection- the golden-masked cleric of Gorm, Severius.