The fresh air was invigorating for everyone. It may have still been humid swamp air, but it was fresh all the same. Free of the thick, dusty, smokiness of the inside of the xanmeer itself. The pack was equipped for a fight, complete with the potions they had intended to use if a fight with the cult broke out. The cultist mages, led by Vinaremo and complemented by a handful of reanimated skeletons, didn't look like they were waiting too long.

For all of the anger and violence that Molag Bal's domains suggested, Vinaremo was surprisingly civil in his approach to this mission. Fendros, Sabine and Janius had expected him to be more vindictive, but in this matter it appeared that cooperation was the means to more important end.

Upon Vinaremo's suggestion to set up an ambush, Fendros gathered Ahnasha and Sabine's attention. "We might do well to find a vantage point if there is one. Perhaps we could get around them before they know we're there? Meesei," Fendros looked to their alpha, "Should we have someone scout ahead?"