Return Of Reckoning -

For a long moment, the Witch Hunter said nothing. Then her lips curled into something that was almost a smile. “His attention is fixed on the shrine of the Raven God in the lower crypts. He believes a great ritual will be complete by the next new moon. His warriors guard the upper halls, but the tunnels beneath—” She traced a line in the air. “There is a way. A flooded sewer passage that leads to his sanctum. No one uses it. The smell alone is a garrison.”

The Witch Hunter, a gaunt woman named Elsbeth, did not raise her voice. She never did. “The High Elves withdrew to the Isle of the Dead. The Empire has its own wounds to bind. You have what you have, Sir Roland.” return of reckoning

Kaelen Ironhand knew better. The mist was a lie, just like the peace. For a long moment, the Witch Hunter said nothing

Elsbeth’s eyes narrowed. “You speak of a counter-offensive. With what army?” He believes a great ritual will be complete