Jim grabbed Britomart by the back of her tunic, but shook his head and let her go as he lead his troops back to the port with the bodies. An unnaturally cold breeze blasted through Britomart's body, chilling her to the core as two Val'kyr flew past her and a thick fog rolled over the camp.<span style="color: Navy">"The Master watches you, warrior, cut down the Vrykul, we'll just bring them back... The chosen ones will rise up stronger than before. You only trim the fat of his ever growing armies..." </span>They laughed cruelly and vanished into the the mist on the other side of the camp. A third, much deeper, laugh came from the mist and a glint of a large sword caught Britomart's eye but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.<span style="color: Magenta">"H-help me!"</span>Britomart was snapped back to reality by a battered female Gnome banging on the bars of her cage, the fog vanishing instantly leaving nothing but the cut down Vrykul around her.<span style="color: Magenta">"They have keys, please help me!"</span><br/><br/>Vyre shrugged and put Ibara down.<span style="color: Indigo">"Lead the way my dear, you can look at my back once I'm in the water and taking the pressure off of it. I'm just old and my bones are getting weaker, my weight isn't exactly helping either."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>