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Omnibus))
Fjarn stared at Fünden for a moment, annoyed. Khaz’s eyes opened wide. “What.”
Fünden rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Look, it’s too durn dangerous to go trottin’ through the Plaguelands. The road to Light’s Hope goes through some seriously dangerous crap, like Corin’s Crossing. If we forsake the road, to go past Corin’s Crossing, we’ll either be going through a Tainted Scar, or a plagued, Scourge filled lake. Take your pick.”
Thorgrim nodded. “I agree with Fünden. Andorhol is our best bet to getting back to civilization, and to warn the Argent Dawn. The question is, how do we get her,” he jerked his head at the woman from the Argent Dawn, “Through safely? She’s a death trap to anyone that goes through.”
Fjarn had started to pull his beard in thought. “If one of us c’n make enough ruckus, we can attract all th’ Scourge, and have the rest slip through the outskirts. It’d be deadly fer the one stayin’ behind though.”
Fünden nodded. “I’ll stay behind,” he said. Fjarn glared at him. “Like heck ye will.” Fünden rolled his eyes. “I’m the leader. Suicide missions go with th’ territory.”
“I’ll stay behind,” Khaz murmured. The two stopped arguing to turn shocked looks to Khaz. Khaz turned slightly red. “I c’n take both o’ ye with both me hands tied behind me back, and blindfolded too!”
Fjarn smiled broadly. “That’s the dwarf I know,” he roared, slapping Khaz on the back. Khaz winced slightly, taking a step away from the other dwarf, making Fjarn laugh.
Fünden shook his head. “I forbid it. Way too dangerous.” Khaz cocked his head slightly. “And it’s be less dangerous if ye did it?” Fünden grimaced. “Ye know that’s not what I mean,” he said, shaking his head.
Khaz tugged on his beard slightly. “Then don’ be lecturin’ me. I make me own decisions, ye don’t make ‘em for me. I decide to stay behind, and there ain’t anythin’ ye can do about it.”
Fünden glared, but couldn’t think of anything to say. He trusted Khaz, more so than any of the others. With a sigh, he waved his hand in assent.
The walk back took several hours. By the time they arrived, the woman had wakened. “Where are we?” she asked, coughing slightly. “Just north o’ Andorhol. Ye awakened just in time. What’s yer name, by the way? Ye passed out before we could ask ye,” Khaz informed her.
“My name is Jessica. Jessica Whitaker,” she said. Fünden nodded. “Very well. Jessica, we’re goin’ to make a run for it through Andorhol, while one of us distracts th’ Scourge.” Jessica went pale. “No! You can’t take me back to Chill Wind!”
“Oh? Why’s that?” Fünden asked, suspicious. Khaz put a hand on Fünden’s shoulder and leaned in, eyebrows lowered. “Don’t ye want tae get back to th’ Dawn?”
Jessica shook her head frantically. “No!” she gasped. “I have the Plague!”