With the disappearance of the prince of Keldaerin and the failure of the adventurers to destroy the threat from the Murks, the unknown air to the throne finds him in the most uncomfortable situation ever presented to him; he is himself. Locked behind bars, being constantly tortured by hobgoblin guards and no way to find comfort in another skin, Holinn has seen better days.
For several weeks he sat within the cell, waiting for either his chance to escape or death. Meanwhile, Talis had struck a deal with Bloodclaw to lead a group of mercenaries into Keldaerin, so long as she could choose her own minions. She waded through the pathetic creatures that had come crawling into the Murks, after they heard of the potential destruction of their city, along with the handful of slaves that the hobgoblins hadn't gotten around to sacrificing.
Eventually, Bloodclaw's plan came to fruition and the battalions were formed. Three small groups were going to be sent ahead to survey the area and gather any other clans and creatures that they could along the way. Talis jumped at the chance to launch her elite group of mongrels and volunteered to kill...Or recruit if it came to that...anything that she could make them. Her choices of fighters was indeed peculiar, however Bloodclaw was not one to question the actions of a lieutenant within the Drow army.
