[Hlussawen]

From a venture to earn a small bit of coin, the task of aiding a Red Wizard turned into a long and perilous adventure in the caves.  One that left the druid's feet tired and her mind drained, forcing her to crash onto the tavern's chair and nearly fall asleep once the task was finally dealt with and their party of adventurers were scattered around, each tending to affairs of their own.

A pair of shiny magical bracers was now sitting on the table in front of her, far too fancy compared to the old rags the woman would usually wear, and yet a shiny trinket of impressive power she could not resist staring at every once in a while with interest. No doubt, Tizergha figured, they once brought a true sense of pride to a frequently-slapped apprentice who worked tirelessly on their intricate design.

Then, at last, her eyes darted towards her companion who was curiously studying an odd map he managed to fish out of some catacomb's dark corner. According to him, their next destination laid in the Temple of Talona, which meant that the withered hand of her Mistress was still guiding her on her path...