The Sentinels Offer me that deathless death

Zig grinned. Okay. Follow me, he said with a mischievous expression. He had made some of his own and stored it nearby for such occasion. He couldn't exactly bring any non-pack members to where they kept it within the Ironsea borders, so before he left on his most recent scouting mission, he had made a cache not far from here and the rum should be ready now.

It was only about a 20 minute walk to the place on the edge of the sentinels where the well-hidden cache was. As they made their way there, he cast a look over his shoulder a few times to make sure Norsamu was following (assuming she did).