What do we do? It looked like the Bruten were going to take up permanent residence in our old home so staying nearby would be a supremely bad idea.

We were sitting at our campfire deep in the forest pondering this horrible awful question. Then Dunja stood up. "I was sworn by the priestess before me only to reveal thin in a time of great need. I say now is that time. There is a temple dedicated to the Lord and Lady High. It is up high on Mount Jalilsi. Made to face the Great Lord. We can seek refuge there and request of the Great Lord the power to drive out the Bruten."

"Gretans an awesome plan Dunja!" Biser called. "Let's go climb ourselves a mountain and drive out the Bruten. That's gonna work soooo well."

Coing slapped Biser. It was fairly done and quite unexpected. A shocked silence fell as Coing spoke, "Do not mock our religion or our priestess Biser. It is a miracle granted by the Lady High that we did not perish with the rest of the village. Dunja please continue. Can you lead us to the temple?"

Dunja replied in the affirmative and thus so was our glorious leader chosen. So he began us on our noble quest. The leader and our savior. He was radiant then, hallowed and trusted. We were willing to follow him over the edge of the world if that was where he led us.