Vaya breathed out a quick sigh of relief as the man took her words and backed away, even if he brought a pink flush to her chheks with the way his touch trailed along the curve of her rear and the ways his eyes lingered on her body as a whole.  "I..."  For a moment The sorceresss doubted trusting such a man with her intent but after a moment's contemplation she could not easily see the harm in doing so.  "I seek the leader of the Rogues, I have wandered long and wish a place to stay within her walls, this camp being the safest of any place this far west since the news Tristram fell."<br/><br/>**********<br/><br/>A League to the west -where the now-fallen monastery of the Rogues could be seen in the distance the light of the sun shone down- a quartet of rogues push aside an iron gate and enter the cemetery that once housed the honoured dead of their people.  They had heard the rumours and reports and they knew that the demons and undead had arrived in this place, their foul presence desecrating the mausoleums.  Blood Raven -the leader of the four- motioned for the others to advance.  "We check the crypt first."  She ordered, two of her subordinates taking up positions on either side of the entrance to the structure as she nocked an arrow to her bow and took the first cautious step into it.  Before she could take another though, Blood Raven and the two rogues whirled as the fourth of their number who had been guarding their rear cried out in fear suddenly.