Waiting is not really part of the dogma.

" I should have stayed with the Blood Ravens. At least Galarnok had some sort of a plan. ".

Two hours sharing the same table with the paladin and these were the first words he pronounced. Slowly, with his deep and serious voice, like he was carefully thinking every word through, for his words were set in stone.

Stuh Ryback, sitting opposite him at a small table of the Clockwork Inn of Daggerford, looked up from an empty glass and met Genhal Rockystone's eyes.

" Galarnok is a fool. He has not seen the ravage of that disease. Of course he will kill some of them. Bloody Hell, he'll slaughter legions of them. But that will not stop them. ", he replied, lost in thoughts.

" The Raven will secure a safe haven along the coast, where we can prepare and strike. ", the earth genasi said calmly.

The paladin of Torm nodded. He would very much have liked to meet with the adventurers he had seen in Waterdeep when the disease started. He left them notes, they left him notes. he was frustrated. All he knew is that this disease is a lure. Something bigger was coming and the packs of undead attacking the farmlands was just the first drops of a flood.

He felt the pull of the Shadowfell, tugging at this world's borders, bringing the worlds closer. He felt such a thing before, years ago, in another time...

" Listen my friend. Starting now, things will get bad. The likes even us might not have ever seen. And you, as I, have seen much. "

The genasi met the Paladin's stare.

" Why are you so certain? ", he asked.

" Certain? Hah, there is no such thing as certainty, aside from my faith in Torm ", Stuh paused to have a thought for his deity. " And this feeling I have, I believe it comes from him. Temperance, my friend, and patience."

The stone champion was silent for a long time. Neither men talked. Then the tall genasi got up.

" Let us go, Stuh. ", he said.

Stuh shrugged. He left a handful of coins and got up.

" Allright. Let's go. To hell with waiting for them. I'll leave a note. "

Genhal smiled. Stuh caught his expression and shrugged again.

" Waiting has never been part of my dogma. Now... What would you make of a trip on a flying castle? "