Dathomir
Dathomir was in upheaval. Renfry knew that there were foreigners being brought here for some time, but this most recent batch was something else. Attempting to scry precisely what was going on with this new group had been difficult, but Renfry finally felt like her hand was being forced. She had enough sense to be wary of confronting the Forgotten directly, but these who had come here were in a unique position. The Spirits demanded action.
She took deep breaths to calm herself before calling on the Shadow. Green "flames" consumed her and she vanished only to reappear in front of those who had opted not to drink from the Well as they stood on the top of the cliff among the hovels.
If you want to save your friends, come with me, she said. She didn't offer any explanation, and though she was obviously not a ghost, she was clearly of the same people group as the Forgotten.
She said nothing else as she immediately headed off to the far side of the door to the temple. A narrow - very narrow - path along the side of the cliff forced the newcomers to press their backs to the cliff and edge around the corner, leading to another side of the cliff and the temple.
After a short time, they would find that they were on another cliff. It was broader than the path they had just taken, but still much smaller and more obscure than the main entrance to the temple.
I can make you a path into the tomb, but you must be ready to fight, she said. Are you ready? she asked.
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