"Of course you are going, now move you ass and get ready!"
She yelled at Zazar a bit angry, after all she had made herself clear, everyone in the room was going.

The drunk Breton somhow managed to go up stairs with her ebony armor, gauntlets and boots on, with her sword attached to her side she was almost ready to go.

"I....I don't know how I will climb up that mountain..."
She said with a heavy breath before she drank a goblet of wine.

"Now I'm ready..."