Dralith vaulted over the rocks and walked briskly to meet the group, handing the bard his lute. "Brilliant. You're all doing splendidly and you've impressed me once more. Good job Karnog, I'm sure Malacath would be pleased to see your victory." He looked at each of them, noting several minor wounds. "We'll rest a moment and tend to our wounds. Brogan, you may hold onto that blade for the time being." The Hero of Kvatch looked up at the sky for a moment. The clouds were red and dark, not very helpful in determining the time of day.. but he figured that it was sometime in the late afternoon. 

"I know that by not taking part in the battle I risk losing your respect. To be perfectly honest I do not care. Once we're through that gate i won't hold back and is strongly urge you to do the same. It's going to take all of us working together and at our best to make it out alive. This is the final test, my friends. Whether you believe it or not fate has guided you here and you are destined to end this threat. You'll all be heroes and perhaps Henry here will have a ballad or two for each of us." he chuckled and winked at the bard.