Pathways

"Raav!"

Glamdring had been discussing the tactics with the Dwarven Runelord...when he heard the voice of Erwt's Familiar, he spun around.

"What tidings does it bring?" The sword master spoke softly in his native tongue to Ravandil.

"Hold here, and watch to my return."
With one swift move, the wood elf leaped through the window, his silhouette could barely be seen as he ran towards the unholy tower. The mechanical bird flew after him.

"Isha's Blessing" He whispered as he retreated back to the Dwarfs counsel.