So far the expedition had been uneventful. Although they were only really reaching the blight itself today. Arngrim wasn't sure if it was a good sign the Adramelechim hadn't made any moves on them. On one hand, it meant they didn't see them as a threat, and Arngrim wasn't holding any illusions as to them being "Unaware" of the journey given how much the old king had spread the word across the entire continent and beyond looking for fools reckless enough to join him. On the other hand, it meant the Adramelechim either didn't care if they succeeded, or were thinking like Arngrim, that the expedition was doomed to end in failure and nothing would come of it.<br/><br/>He hadn't gotten to know his companions for the journey that well, and from what he'd seen of some of them, that was for the best. He wouldn't be surprised if it turned out half of them were coming down with the madness, they'd have to be to volunteer for this mad gambit.<br/><br/>Arngrim's attention shifted to the location the old king had chosen for their next resting place, smack dab in the middle of a blight infested fortress, crawling with places for mad beasts to hide. Still... it would be fortified and protect them from the elements if the weather turned strange. Arngrim grunted as he moved ahead into the ruins, "I'm going to scout the keep. These are blighted lands, we will find no more safe places to rest until we finish this expedition, one way or another."<br/><br/>And off he went, swift as shadows. One minute he passed behind a fallen pillar and the next anyone who'd been watching had lost track of the halfling.<br/><br/>