Kimba held up her hand, “I don’t know if Creed was telling the truth about your lineage Khaz; I’m sorry.” She paused briefly before continuing. “What I can tell you is that axe you now hold in your hand is a druidic weapon. If you were black of heart or soul, you would not be able to wield it.” She then bowed at the waist and kissed Khaz on the top of his bald, tattooed head. He turned beet red and grumbled something while kicking at the dirt drawing laughter from his companions.

“What he said about Ravenholt however is true. The black order of Ta-Teharun is growing in power; demons once again walk our plane of existence; they seek to upset the balance and release chaos across the continent. I am sure that the two of you have a role to play in this struggle; our destinies are intertwined in this; and our paths will cross again.” She again bowed to her friends before hopping gracefully on her horse’s back. “I bid you both farewell; and remember, Creed, or whatever demon possessed his body, was not killed. His spirit was torn apart and scattered to the four winds by the avenging souls of his victims, but demons are vengeful and posses long memories;, so beware.”

Dev clasped both Sarel’s hand and then Khaz’s before mounting up. “I am proud to call the two of you friends; thank you for your aid. I owe you both a great debt.”

Sarel and Khaz watched as Dev and Kimba galloped north closely followed on either side of the tree lined road by secretive druids.

“We went an pissed of a demon huh?” Growled Khaz half heartedly as he turned and stomped back toward the inn. “I knowed I shouldnta got mixed up with derned elves!”

Laughing, Sarel followed his friend. “I’m sure if you drink enough donkey piss you will forget all about it, Khaz,” the frost elf said clapping the dwarf on his broad shoulder, “maybe we can get into a fight with some bounty hunters; that will make you feel better.”