Trapped underground, and with the Dead pounding on the doors, we set out into the reeking darkness below Ost Chall, while Fiontann and Alcott remained behind alone to prevent them breaking through.
As the sun sets and the stars rise above the town market square, Nauriend starts to wonder if the rumours are true; do the Dead walk in Cardolan and will they attack the Living?
Then a report comes in from a suspicious sighting across the hills... Ranger, Elf and mercenary go to investigate.
I now have spent enough time in Bree-land’s reaches to know that I am truly, properly settled for this moment - how strange it be, then, that my errands should be taking me further and further afield! It was my assumption when I first came here that Bree, assailed as it is by foes both secret and known, would demand my undivided aid, that my blade would be needed even within the city walls near-constantly.
Caithryth pushes the stone lid with all her might, determined by the solider's sudden fear somehow. At first, the lid is quite hard to move, but midway through her pushing, it becomes easier to move the stone.
The elf's attention is drawn back towards the lake once more and he turns to look that way. The whole area is swarming with figures who move about, they don't seem to have a purpose or destination. They just move around aimlessly, some even stumble on each other. But there are too many. Mornenion would then look down at the undead to see if he could sneak past them using his fëa and get to where he caught a glimpse of the gate earlier.