Turok quickly lowers the torch and extinguishes it in the snow, using his peripheral vision to try and catch a glimpse of the owner of the voice.

Iron Ranger wrote:

"A band of her beasts. They block our path."

"What should we do?  You seem to have more experience dealing with them.

I don't shy away from a fight ... but a good fight would be better on our terms ... Have you more magic?

My spirits have only granted me healing spells."
 

Turok nods in agreement and hunkers down, with a whisper, "Just how close is close?"

Turok does his best to keep the handle of the warclub from freezing.

"I have nothing but healing magics, however there is this..."

Turok pulls out the metal rod and hands it to Auzi.

[ really don't remember ]

"Yes, that church, fully desecrated by the witch. It...and most surely all within.  I can feel some weight of its enchantment, what can it do?" he barely whispers, stealing another worried glance at the group fireside as they pull out a large bladder of mead to share.

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The biting wind howls through the treetops in the darkness overhead. "How thick are your furs if we wait them out?"

"Agreed." The old man shelters in behind the shaman to block off this increased wind as wait out the increasing whooping and bluster from fireside.