Day 4: Prophecies
The druid smiled and, between sips of ale, told the dwarf the story of the group's assualt on the redcloak hideout, including savage battles with undead, swarms of Thayan fighters, and finally their seemingly unending battle with the necromancer leader himself. She shook her head, shuddering at the memory.
"I'd never seen anything like it. The foul fiend seemed to have an endless supply of dark magic. After losing almost half our team to undead, i can see now that we were no match for him, which is humbling, believe you me. Then, as if sent by the Mother herself, those two scaly ladies appeared, and balanced the proverbial, and literal, scales. "
She smirked a little at the semi pun.