The stink of necromantic magic was still heavy on the air as they climbed the shoulder of the valley. Below them a mist was rolling in like a gray tide, obscuring the vale. Every now and then there was a faint glow, like witchlight just beyond sight that made Emmaline's heart race. She became convinced that at any moment more undead horrors would lurch from the mist to rip them appart and she tasted coppery bile in her throat. It wasn't until they reached the lip of the valley and and the scent of horses made her nose twitch that she finally allowed herself to believe they might escape. Of course escape meant a hundred miles across bad roads at night through beastman infested forests, which was something to keep in mind.

"Take his hor...oh for Sigmar's sake really?" Kasimir demanded as Emmaline began going through the late knights saddle bag and lifted out a pouch of coins. "What you didn't have time to loot the body?"

"I can't help it," Emmaline replied with a little more waspishness than might have been strictly necessary. The death of the Knight had pricked her worse than she let on. She hadn't known him, and Ranald knew there were more than enough bone headed men willing to jump onto a blade in the world, but he had died to defend her, or what he thought was her. It was far from certain that he would have been so keen to join this quest if she had just been Emmaline from Morganstern which added another complicated layer to her feelings on the matter. As a rule her scams were victimless crimes, rich idiots who lost what they could easily afford and though she had to admit she would have traded Reynards life for hers if she had to, it still made her feel badly. The gold that clinked in his pouch soothed her somewhat and she thrust it back into his saddlebag. 

"Your welcome by the way," Kasimir said as he swung up into his saddle. Emmaline did the same, though the powerful destrier showed no signs of being a comfortable ride.

"Now just wait a minute," Emmaline began, "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the fact that you couldn't mind your own bussiness."

"Well maybe if you worked a bit harder on that abominable accent..."

"There is nothing wrong with my accent, Ill have you know that..."

They road off into the beast haunted woods, bickering all the while.