Snippet #1264631

Asavar glanced at the smoke trail, than at the city. He had been taken far to the west it seems, but if he made a trail he wanted to be followed but by who? Walking over the hill he back tracked the black trail of smoke, entering the graveyard that he was sure he had never seen before. it mattered not to him who or what was there cause all will face judgment before the True Mother. Checking the coffins, it appeared most were empty, meaning the monstrosities had left already. Gazing at the city, he brought out his small pocket map.

Seems there was a small town about an hours walk to the left, he would enter the town, commandeer a horse than return to the city. HE would than have to gather military Zealots and put this little robed man back into his grave along with his friends.