To the Mountains (South)

Your friend's could need your help now, you have wasted time as it is with Robert. “Why do you recommend the mountain's as a place my comrades could be?” You inquire while wiping your mouth of excess food.

“Well, rumour is a powerful being resides there, and calls himself King of the Mountain. He could know something, or the more despairing thought is one of the monsters from there found your friends.” He stands from his chair, gathering plates from the table while he explains. “I'm guessing even if I told you it was to dangerous for you, you wouldn't change your mind. Your armour is in that closet behind you, I will gather supplies for you.” With that he leaves the room allowing you to find your armour. The closet door creaks open revealing your armour on a mannequin. You place your armour on, leaving the helmet to save weight. With your your sword and shield on hand you dwell on what you are about do.

Fighting demon's back home is one thing, but in their realm with no backup, the gravity of the situation causes doubt to creep into your mind. You're no push over but judging by Robert's reaction, it's a fool's errand trying to save the other knights. While you stand deep in thought, Robert re-enters the room with a backpack. “There are food, water and medical herbs for you in here, I…” he pauses seeing the worry on your face, “Gwen?” You turn and look at him.

“Thank you Robert,” you grasp the bag and place it on your shoulders, “I need to do this, to save my companions no matter what gets in my way.” He seems to be about to say something but nods instead, understanding you have **** but to go into the danger of this land. You are thankful Robert cared for you in a terrible time, but there is no time for proper repayment, you leave his safe haven. At the fence outside his small hut you give a wave back to him and travel on the south path, gathering your courage.

The mountains loom over you. Cracked and jagged crevices cover the enormous pillars of nature. They rise above the clouds seemingly going straight to heaven. Overcast has blocked the sun leaving a grey filter across the landscape. A path seems to snake it's way through and up the mountains shell, leading off to caves and other paths. Might as well begin to climb the path.

After thirty minutes of following up the path and rudimentary steps you see crude drawings etched into the rocks. They are difficult to make out but one appears to be a Minotaur, another is a Naga, some kind of small biped creatures and finally a dragon. “That's just great, a dragon...at least someone warned me.” You deem yourself a powerful knight but a dragon is too much, they can burn entire forts down filled with knights in one breath. This does not bode well.