Aredis strained his memory to determine if north was indeed the direction of that he had watched as his God had fallen. It had seemed north from where he had been at home, yet...he had barely been conscious of which direction this tavern had been. Having focused entirely on staying sane and trying to heal his injuries. He continued to look rather blankly at the small man as he figured it was as good a chance as any. If worst came to worst, he would find someone along the way who knew more than he did at least. Or that's what he made himself believe. There was little that he had left to believe in anymore. Aredis had no idea what he was to do. The amulet rested like a block of ice against his bare skin, he couldn't bare to dispose of it even though it no longer held the warm embrace he had experienced for years.

"North. North it is then. Perhaps we shall find salvation..." The man trailed off in a quieting voice. The end of the world they had known would bring many changes. Few were prepared. Least of all the disheveled old codger cloaked in moss and dirt. Aredis would look for further direction from the small man and ignore the big orc.