“Confused? Not surprising.” Steiner grumbled. He’d circled back on his pursuers once he’d realized they’d faltered in their chase. “Head back the way you came, a shaman named Branwhyn will explain.”
The knot of Twin Rivers Ironlanders, recently ensorcelled and under the dominion of an Apostle of the Broken, shook their heads in confusion. Their minds were muddled by the experience and for a moment, it looked as though they might press Steiner further. However, when the small contingent from Bramblehall arrived, the Twin Rivers Ironlanders decided it was best to move on.
The wardens and mercenaries from Bramblehall had unfortunately survived the battle. With the freed Ironlanders of mind control, Steiner presumed that meant Branwhyn had succeeded. The absence of Gunvar, the Bramblehall officer, was suspicious though and the wardens and mercenaries didn’t look particularly friendly either.
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