[@Lucius Cypher]

The tumble down the mountain had obviously failed to be a quiet affair. Besides the few indigenous birds whom had their nest removed or just shaken up, the mouth of a cave miles away from the AH guildhome on the lower mountainside had been completely blocked off by ice and snow.
Marchosias had landed closer to 200 meters from the guildhome and the promise of safety. Below him, following a long slope from his position as the avalanche settled somewhat, was nearly another 1200 meters of cliffside before reaching the ground proper.

Buried under his feet was a well used pathway that had recently held company. Dozens of feet had stomped their way up the mountain path and into the cave mouth laying half buried in the snow only 5 meters away. The rocky formation of the mouth had been shaped by years in harsh winter to form a natural half dome with a narrow entry point lined with sharp toothy looking rocks that had earned it the name Dragonmouth. Already there was commotion from deep within.

A gloved hand rose from the gathered snow, the leather looked faded but was well tailored to the form below. What followed was a long grey cloak and a hooded face sporting some sort of beak and deep glass lenses. The figure dusted themselves off as they extricated themselves from the snow seemingly without concern.
Glancing up to view the undead, Mr.Stitch and Sew gave a sort of half-bow, something more akin to a duelist respecting the fight to come. In his left hand was a long dagger coated in a thin red substance, a poison most likely.

Where Marchonosias sank into the snow, his heavy armor dragging him down to stand waist high, Stitch was standing on top of it without so much as an inch dipping down. 

"I presume you are a visitor to Ardent Heralds guild home. My sincerest apologies but we appear to have been cut off."