<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/digitalpirana/sithesis_zps337570f4.jpg)</div>He comes pacing up the stairs towards Maeryn as if in answer to her bleakest moment of abandonment yet. His pale skin almost glows in the low light of the cavern, but he is no ethereal apparition in her dreams this time. He is real. His forearm is dark up to the elbow with dried blood, which is beginning to flake away - and so is his knife, though it glistens, still wet with something recent. Slung over his shoulder is an Orcish war horn.<br/><br/><em>"Maeryn."</em><br/><br/>He stood on her step and extended his red, right hand to take hers. He speaks softly enough that his voice barely echoes in the stoney passages.<em>"Servants of Brom have arrived...they shout his name at the gates. They mean to shout your name to you, though. We have to leave them, if you want the death I promised you."<br/></em><br/><br/><br/>He raises the Orcish horn to his lips and blows. The ugly sound blasts down the tunnels, taking its trail of echoes with it and then an unsettling silence takes its place. He discards the horn, throwing it down the stairs with a weak clatter.<br/><br/>And then the reply comes. Horn sound after horn sound erupts through the mountain hive as the Orcs awaken to meet the threat at their doorstep. The growls and calls to arms begin to filter up the stairs to Maeryn and he points behind her, to where she has come from. "I know how to leave. Climb!" his collarbone nudges her up the stairs she's just descended and he begins to run up them, while the Orcs swarm in the bowels of the fortress below.<br/><br/>He leads her ever upward, winding passage after winding passage until she notices the air get colder and become a breeze. The tunnel terminates in daylight and a precipice, upon which is a makeshift crows nest lookout. Two lookouts are there, they're awake and snarling as soon as they catch sight of Maeryn and her saviour.<br/><br/><em>"Kill them, Maeryn. let us out."</em>