Barathion smiled brightly when his surrogate daughter of sorts said that she and her companions were joining his quest for the Aryx Orthian.<strong>"Wonderful! No time to waste then!"</strong>Barathion would let the team escort him along at the center of their trope so as to lay their fears to rest and began their journey. As they leave from the path where the battle took place the druid had been watching from within one of the oaks and ponders these turn of events. The sun begins to set as they continue towards down the winding road through the dark woods. The air grew colder as night would settle upon them.<strong>"Tis no wicked item m'lady if it can purify those with evil in their souls. Many would see me fail but I cannot afford to."</strong>Late into the hour you would wonder where Barathion is taking the lot of you.<strong>"I was on my way towards this place before you found me. An old waypoint for a decent rest and protect from many things."</strong>