Marco grunted, hoisting his travel pack onto his back. He smiled and nodded at the three blue-haired warriors, his eyes glimmering with gratitude for their brief training.
“Safe travels, Marco.”
Caelum held out his hand, encouraging the mustachioed traveler to give a farewell shake. Accepting, Marco returned the gesture with a tight grip before they released each other. Alistair pointed towards the top of the mountain, causing Marco’s eyes to follow the imaginary line.
“From what we’ve heard of the legends, the Shadowmancer’s tomb lies at the base of the tallest mountain peak. Just keep following the trail, and you should come to the entryway to his lair, whatever form it may take.”
Braedin nodded. “Hurry.”
With a solemn nod, Marco turned towards the trail and took off into a jog. As he disappeared up the mountain, the trio turned to each other, their lips curling with concern.