Forest
The nymph freezes in terror at the threatening tone of Inforny's question, but snaps out of it at the light-heartedness of Tieríco.
Good cop, bad cop time.
"I, um... I mean, I was with someone like that, but I wouldn't think of... you know... I'm in trouble, aren't I?"
She stammers a bit before continuing.
"Please, it wasn't my idea, I swear! I was going to tell him if I saw him!"
Desert
Yu floats off to the desert, watering crops as it goes.
It sees Torphus being dragged off to the mountain by Dave.
Strange.
Mountain
Emer and Samina speed their way to the mountain, reaching it the same time Torphus and Dave do. They all join Cortza by the time he reaches the top.
They're all at the door, now.
Inner Frosthome
Turon and the God of Winged Creatures keep their weapons at the ready.
Durus asks about the place, while Porcinicus asks about the bodies, while lamenting the lack of one of the cooler frost giants. (Pun intended.)
The figure turns around, revealing a female figure in a dark robe with pitch black hair covering most of her face, hoisting Torphus' hammer onto her shoulder.
"I'm saddened none of you recognize me. Truly.
Figures, though. I bet not even brother Cortza would recall me, the drunken oaf."
You suddenly recall her to be Cortza's sister, Rysith, Goddess of Death. Right, there are some of your siblings that don't reside in the Pinnacle Summit...
"We're in one of the twenty-seven frosthomes.
Well, only twenty-six, now.
And I killed them because, quite frankly, I damn well felt like it."
She lets out a short chuckle, and starts twirling Torphus' hammer in her hands.
"Is there something else you needed?"