Silvertip Mountain cultist

and so the shadow returned to that mountain where first they had tasted bitter betrayal. the taste lingered once more in their maw, stark and foul as they gazed upon familiar lands. the void-priest fell back until they felt @Ingram II at their side, turning expectant eyes on their ashen companion. the shadow would not call upon the bear cult; her companion would, or else the cultists would stumble on the pair of waifs on their doorstep.