Ladies and Gentlemen, Crowtalon has reached chapter ten! Here is a little peak about what to expect from Mariah's band of companions.
"I was under the impression that all barbarians were over six feet tall with immensely thick skulls."
Mariah scowled furiously at the elf despite having to physically look up to his slender face. "I thought all elves only ate fruit and were so thin that they blew away in the wind."
Uriah gave a pleased smirk and gave a barking laugh. His twinkling eye giving a hint of pleasure. "Wonderfully played, I look forward to traveling with you already." He gave a brief applause in recognition.
"Finally found someone to match the elf's wit," added Janaires.
"Yes," implied Markoul sarcastically. "And now we are also able to begin our trek to the Woodedland."