Somewhere very far away ...

Jeltheor paced back and forth in his tower. He'd received news from 3 different people reporting on the situation,  and even himself had popped in to try and move things along. In disguise of course,  but nothing seemed to be enough. And he hadn't heard from or seen the demons in a couple of days.

"They made such a mess", he scowled "and couldn't even take down a simple town. Gods, I must truly be dammed to be surrounded by such incompetence."

The dark room remained quiet, save for the many thoughts racing through his mind, and the pitter patter of his boots on the cold stone floor as he paced back and forth.

The artifact, that precious stone, was his only hope to taking full control and wiping them all out. "I can only hope that the group reaches the mountains soon, and finds what I need."

His thoughts paused for a moment... and then he moved to his spell book. He murmured quietly,  his hands rolling over themselves over and over again until suddenly- it was as if he summoned a shadow from the pages. He threw his hands in front of him, his fingers wide. And the shadow rushed out of the tower as if a strong wind swept it away. 

"Keep a weary eye on the witchling. She could be trouble. But attach yourself to the one with the odd sword that talks. Keep an eye on them, help them up the mountain if need be. But make sure they keep to the quest I gave them.". His words were to the shadow that quickly crept from his room. 

"I will have my way... I will have my revenge"
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Genevieve stood off to the side, letting the shadows cast by the morning sun on the gables of the nearby building hide her presence from those around her. It was all happened just as predicted, just as her tomes had promised her. 

One thing it didn't take into account were the many different personalities she would have to deal with in regards to the quest. 

No doubt they were off to retrieve the artifact. She had to warn them. She needed more time. As unlikely as that may happen, she needed to try. If only she could get them to help her. "But can they even be trusted", she murmured to herself. 

Her eyes wandered over Isabeau. "I certainly don't trust that one", she continued with her thoughts, "but maybe that one..." She eyed Tirarrian, curiosity sparked. "Maybe...just maybe we're not doomed yet."