The plan was laid out, each of them had their own path of action to try and bring an end to the massacre. She was glad that, as soon as things got real, they all seemed to get down to business. They needed all hands on deck for this one, and the sooner they could get word out, the better. She was worried for her friends, but the most she could do was bring Carson to the council. It would be a challenge getting him through the doors, but she had faith that she’d be able to sway them.<br/><br/>She watched the remaining Striders go, turning her attention up to him. She sighed when he asked for the location of the council, giving him a tight smile. “Azmarin.” Azmarin was known for its isolation, and difficulty to access. Located on the top of a rather large mountain, the pair would be traveling for days on foot just to reach the base. Azmarin held many legends, people only dreamed of accessing it. It was claimed to be the place of champions and, in a way, it was.<br/><br/>Even so, if they worried about finding it, it would only slow them down. So, she shook off the pressure, glancing up to him. “I don’t know where the showers are,” she pointed out with a laugh. “And you need one, too. We’re going to be out there for days. And it’s going to get nastily cold.”