Scarengi looks about when Cheyanne asks about a way out of these lands. Looking for someone who might be listening.

"The Dark ones do not often release the souls of those they have ensnared in these lands. We are not where you come from."

He takes a few bites from the stew as the children are brought back, finally cleaned up, they are each given a bow of stew to eat. They sit around the fire with you, the older woman making her own bowl as well. The Sound of the Fiddle playing filling the silence between Scarengi's responses.

"Anton Misroi, Hes a prisoner here, Bound to Souragne and twice bound to these swamps, unable to ever leave. Some call him Lord of the Dead, and he is slightly bitter over his entrapment, but does not welcome visitors in the lake central to the swamp."

Scarengi look to Rose

"Id not show off your arcane prowess while here.... only divine magic, aside from arcane necromancy, is allowed by the laws of Misroi."

Scarengi looks back to grey and gives him a smile.

"You, shall go through much.... but in the end.... you will tip the scales, to save all existance from the evil that dwells in the mists."