Part 20 - The Forest Kingdoms
Pursing her lips, Eilieen considers her reply. "I was accosted in the street by a gang of toughs," she recalls - it didn't end well for them, "but that is not out of the question for any large city. However, the Justicars of Muir had an issue in their crypt - an infestation of undead," strained, her smile, "which we assisted them in cleaning out."
There is a peculiar emphasis on the final two words.
"As it so happened, the undead in question were part of a plot of a demonic cult." Not exactly casual conversation, but Eilieen states it as fact. "The cult, however, has been driven from the city -" that they know of, mind "- and as such, it should be safe now."
The priestess beams. "I feel the marriage will proceed without issue; only be wary upon the road, though I am certain you already are."
She shoots a glance at Aarnr. "In Bard's Gate," the priestess corrects with a doleful sigh, "we lost Fergus." Everywhere they go, they leave dear ones behind.