I'm not sure I trust the White Mantle. It is nothing in their actions, but the way they spew their hatred around about the Shining Blade, a band of rebels i'm told, reminds me muchly of the way King Adelbern spewed his hatred of the Krytans. I help them though, more, but I will remain on guard and make my own decisions. This has helped us all greatly on our perilous journey. Emotions lead to rash decision, which may lead to death.
I meet my co-ordinator, Mantle Knight Karriya, and he tells me that they have found the sceptor of Orr. My eyes nearly pop out of my head in surprise. This sceptor is the sign of the Flameseeker stories, the fabled weapon of the mercilous Lich. Many men died retrieving this scepter overnight aswell, overtaken by the undead. My mission is simple. Cleanse Hakewood of all the undead scum, find Confessor Dorian, and retrieve the sceptor of Orr. Time to go.
