I have returned the Shiverpeaks. It is time to save Evennia. I meet with the Dwarves of Droknars and they fashion me armour of the highest quality, though a bit drab, and they send me to my rendezvous point. The Dwarves and the Shining Blade have come together against this common foe, the White Mantle, joined by the Stone Summit who are all now led by the fearsome Mursaat. I've yet to see one, but I hear they are quite ungodly. Crosses between magi, birds, and undead, the very images to freeze your soul. We leave the safe point in to the dunes of snow, my breath freezes in my lungs. We must find the Seer, but first, Evennia needs my help.
