* Alandric hears rumour regarding the 'Arm of the Ram' on his travels through Dregar. He turns to his comrad, a tall muscular warrior clad in black plate, "It seems the wheels are finally in motion. Our comrads have been busy. Finally the forces of death and destruction will be able to rally and equip themselves to alter the balance against the followers of the weaker gods."
His companion nods slightly to acknowledge his words.
"Come then, we have much work to do."
Alandric climbs into the saddle of his black mare and kicks his heels into it's hide, sending it galloping into the gloom with his companion tailing closely behind.