“Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.”
Harald felt the last breath of the Witch on the wind. Of the many things that the beeze brought to the keep this evening – this was significant. Those who ended her life where headed in this direction, which was fortuitous, for the season of seeing forbade his order from leaving the keep and the Orc warband that hunted their land surrounding the settlement went unchallenged in this auspicious time.
Perhaps if they could be convinced to aid him he would help them in turn for he saw on the wind three monoliths that blocked their path. Gigantic edifices ensorceled to prevent entry or scrying. It would take powerful magic to overcome the obstacles fate had put in their path.
He opens his eyes and looks upon the peaks and valleys of the Mindspin Mountain range accentuated by the moonlight. It was refreshing for once to see so clearly this bit of minutia that his order could work to influence. It would inevitably end in powerful magic being undone one way or another which served only to clear the wind of its influence even more.
Gozreh be praised these men where perhaps sent as an instrument of the divine…