The ghastly yellow light hung oppressively in the air above. Beneath it the adventurer’s mood was restless, impatient and anxious. Their skin felt like it was crawling with hordes of insects and they knew this was the doing of the sorcerer Ghaznavi.
The party had pursued this hellish path of light for two days and on this trail of fear encountered a figure on horseback who also followed it. This masked figure had not said much to Cuana and had not partaken of the game Tullweim and Xacksmith had caught, but the traveler had proven adept at a bow and tending to wounds. The few words the adventurers heard the figure speak were in a demonic tongue with a woman’s cadence as the wretched remains of a serpentine lamia were interrogated through arcane means most foul. Despite some reservations, the party knew they could make use of such skills against the sorcerer they hunted and though they did not know her name, An-Xi is hunting with them,
Since dispatching the evil snake-fiend the party encountered a company of armed soldiers from Djemal. At first the soldiers suspected the adventurers to be part of a band of mercenaries they were hunting, but the company was convinced otherwise. The soldiers were preparing to move near burial grounds where the yellow light ended, when the devilish glow pulsated and Ghaznavi summoned a gale from calm winds, warning all to stay away. Though the sorcerer’s display of mummery unnerved the Djemal soldiers, it did not quell the party’s resolve.