Falin studied them. "A dragon of pure darkness . . .?" She frowned.

I shake my head. I look at the tower. 

Left is right, right is left. North is south. East is west.

What? Auri-El?

Nothing replied.

Makor stuffs his face, "Maybe we can just relax for a tiny bit." he said in a muffled voice.

Falin was silent. She knelt on the ground and rested her hands in the grass. A faint aura could be seen around them. "How did we not notice before . . .?" She muttered.  She turned to Sauriil. "There's a powerful enchantment on this whole forest. Too strong for you or Y'ffre to break."

Makor got up, with a slight groan he grabbed his weapon and walked where Sauriil and Falin were.

'Yes, I believe that the directions are opposite. We must go South, instead of North.'

"Let me just grab Volendrung." he equips Volendrung.

"We should get a move on then. I can't shake the feeling something's watching us."

{I was unable to pick up the scythe, so i lost it at akavir.}

(Luckily, I knew how important it was to you, so I grabbed it.)

"Zork, do you mind if I use this, since you, uh... can't?" asked Gold, holding the scythe, "Seems a lot lighter than Frozen Misery, but even stronger at the same time."

"Sure. I'll be happy to let you use it."

Falin nodded. "Then we should get moving."

"Getting a bit hungry." Makor muttered, he searched his knapsack and was left with one last turkey leg. "Something good." he started to devour it.

IN THE TOWER . . . 

Three soldiers ran inside, while Dovahthur sat on his throne, driven mad by his need to find Sauriil.

'Where is my brother?'

'W--we couldn't find him, m'lord. We can't keep doing this, we need rest.' Suddenly that very soldier's skull was ripped from his head, still attached to his spine. The others staggered back.

'I WANT HIM DEAD!' Dovahthur roared, 'Find him.'

Makor walked inside the tower with caution with his weapon drawn. Suddenly everyone heard a loud boom. "Sorry, ate too much."

(it was burp)