"My master had sensed that there was an object of magical power in this regions. Do you know anything about this?"
"Ah, you must mean the Mercury of Blizzards. A well known tale for our tribe. One who drinks this liquid will receive the powers of the Frost Monarch. Many travelers have come seeking for it, but none have ever returned from the journey."
So there really was something in this place. Sareth had not gave him a choice without a goal. There was no choice but to obtain this object.
"Where might it be?"
"It is located just within a cave behind the village. You see, the Mercury of Blizzards belongs to the Frost Monarch, our deity. We settled here to be close with him. But fear not, he has decreed that anyone may enter to search for the Mercury."
"That is most generous of Him," said Aaralon, taking another swig of the foul drink. Gods, what the hell did they make this out of?
"Then I shall embark upon this quest, with your blessings."
"Before that, won't you stay for the night to replenish your strength? It will not be an easy task."
"Certainly. My legs ache from the long walk here."
"You are free to choose one of my finest hunters to accompany you for the night. You see, we highly value the seed of a foreign traveler, especially of a great mage like you." |