SAGA - Curse of the Shadow Page #2

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I have enough troubles with

bounty hunters and cultists.

I don't need the church as well,

meddling with my business.

I'll be damned! Have some decency!

- Hail, magistrate.

Hail, Ambassador!

What is this about?

The Dwarves are joining

up with the Shadow now.

Elves too, from what

I've seen this morning.

That one claims she was cursed.

Did you have to drop his

bloody arm on my table?

You should have brought

this Dwarf to me for a trial.

Don't question my methods

and I won't report yours.

Are the hands of the Prophetess so clean

that you follow her without question?

My orders come directly from the Lady herself.

I have nothing to doubt

and I answer to no one.

You are young still.

With few regrets.

You have a prisoner named Maggut Guilbrow.

I need to ask him a few questions.

Beautiful flower, trapped in an ugly place.

So sweet to my lips and tongue.

Sister, you bear the mark.

And an elf, no less!

How precious!

Listen carefully!

There is a box,

heavy, laden with gold.

Which gold must be

taken to Garret's Crossing

by the second watch of the new moon.

If by some chance you are...

You must take our place and exchange

the gold with Kullimon's raiders

for the sacred vessel which the

Shadow sought these many years.

Where is the gold?

- In the hollow of a tree.

Just after the Bleeding

Stone you will find it.

At dawn collect the blood from the altar

to fill the vessel.

- Where is the Bleeding Stone?

You bear the mark.

Sure you know that.

Where is the Bleeding Stone?

You impostor!

I see you saved Drennon the trouble of an execution.

.

You bear the mark, yet you murder

your own Shadow brother.

Did he speak before you killed him?

I know you are cursed with the mark

by the Orc Shaman,

who calls himself Fang-Tor.

Right before I cut off his head.

Release her to me!

By authority of the Prophetess.

Tell no one Maggut Guilbrow is dead.

Burn the body.

Death, death is upon you,

wandering warrior.

Step aside!

The stain of spilled blood

leaves a mark, does it not?

I speak of you, Keltus.

How do you know me?

I have seen you before,

near the temple.

You've come a long

way to play at riddles.

Riddles?

I meant to speak plainly.

A hero is known by his deeds

but judged by his heart.

Who has your heart,

Keltus, wanderer?

Friend of yours?

Come on,

there's a long way ahead of us.

You know I can help but I'm

gonna need your help first.

I don't need your help, Human!

- Really?

I freed you from execution.

I work alone and my work is

far from finished. I go South.

You know, the priestesses of the

Order can remove the mark.

It's your choice.

Maybe you'd rather see yourself decay

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