Caractacus stepped outside, flanked by his two zombies. He stared out across the great swamp that was now the land of the dead. Turning to the illithid, Caractacus answered curtly. [color=dimgray]"Into the center of the Old Country."[/color] He pointed at the newly sprung mountain looming in the distance. [color=dimgray]"To the mountain.[/color] He took a few steps away from the building, on to the muddy soil. Close behind were his zombies. 

[color=dimgray]"Once the slith joins us, we'll head out. It should be some time before we reach the mountain proper, but if we set a pace, we should be there withing a fortnight. Would be easier with horses..."[/color] The beasts of the earth never liked his presence. Caractacus's strange aura seemed to even effect the lesser beings. He shrugged, and turned to wait for the third of the trio to join them outside.