The young brown Dragon nodded before returning to taking care of Firkraag, who attempted to get up gently onto his haunches. He shook a little but was able to stand on his own feet. When he was stable, I stepped away from him and faced my allies. The information Firkraag enlightened me was troubling. Those lords were supposedly Death’s commanders, meaning they came straight from his realm. A realm I never had a name for till now. What they could command, I wasn’t entirely sure but I could guess it involved anything death related. Inferi and Dementors, though I could see the possibilities of the cultists, but they didn’t seem to be fazed by their presence. 