Never in his life had Gerald seen so dark a creature. Death and decay dripped off him like sweat and tears, ash seemed to rise from his every movement. Surely he was death incarnate. But he knew the creature's words were true the orc horde was still coming and they would have to be stopped before anyone could think of resting.<br/>Pointing to the creature beside Mearyn, "You and I will have words later, demon." Turning to Mearyn He unslung a sack hidden beneath his cloak all this time, "My queen I believe you shall feel more comfortable in these." Passing the bag towards her with a small reverance, it was her armor. Setting it down before her he reached to his void pouch opened it and drew out her old friends, her blades... setting them before her as well, "Arm yourself and make for the exit you've been in these caves to long."<br/><br/>Turning now he moved up beside Koreshian, "You really should leave too, I can think of only one thing to stop them and it will kill you too."