Surazal
Bring me the church’s people, and any criminals you can find.
The Paladin
Then I go to work in Rhineford. If I return, it will be with useful hands, or with news of who refuses to bend.
He bows once more, dark veins crawling beneath the polish of his armor, then turns toward the distant spires and vanishes into the mist.
Surazal does not linger. He angles away from the crags and into the wild, choosing a random line through the broken heights, where no road and no prayer reach easily.
Surazal
This ridge is too open. I need somewhere sealed, silent, and empty enough to force the body onward.
Cold air bites his lungs as he climbs deeper between stone teeth and wind-carved ledges. The necrotic hive inside him answers with a slow, hungry pulse, and ahead, a narrow cleft in the rock catches the light like a hidden door.
Reach a secluded sanctuary in the mountains
Avoid drawing the Holy Order to Surazal's hiding place