The blowing snow hid the tracks of the Wood Guard within minutes after their passage as they made their way through the dense forest over terrain too rugged even for horses.  It was slow going, hampered by the weather, their unconscious prisoner, and Rook's injured leg.   By the time they arrived at the impromptu camp, the sky was already beginning to turn grey with the first hint of dawn.

The camp was little more than a rocky overhang that had been blocked off against the weather by canvas tarps.  Still, a small fire and no wind made it feel positively cozy compared to the elements outside the shelter. Rook sank down heavily onto a log that had been dragged inside and turned into a temporary bench.  Her leg was throbbing and she wanted nothing more than a hot meal and peace enough to curl up in a blanket to sleep.  

"I found the Moss Witch", she confirmed. Locating the reclusive seer and gaining the old woman's advice on how Octa might be defeated had been the objective of the ranger's mission, but her eyes reflected that those gathered might not like what she was about to tell them.  

"She told me three things.  First, that our captain would be betrayed."  With Zula dead, it seemed this one had already come to pass.  But who had betrayed him?  Rook refused to believe it was one of her companions gathered here.  

"Then, that a weapon to aid us could be found in the ruins of Burren," she glanced around questioningly at the others, hoping one them would have heard of these ruins as the Moss Witch had not told her where exactly they could be found.

"And the third," she hesitated, not yet understanding the meaning of the seer's instructions, "was to ask for help from the raven."