River Camp

Two dozen tents were set up along the river, the campfire must have been visible to the Iron Pike Trading Post but Hoot didn't come out to investigate. Nix sat around the campfire with Dresa, Jaro, and Gil.

"You want all of them?" Jaro looked at Nix like he was crazy.

"Yeah... Just the Dire Wolf ones, since my crafting skill is very specific. I can't make Dire Wolf Doll out of an Arctic Wolf."

Gil's round face showed his disgust. "The hell you want to play with a wolf doll for?"

"Spying." A loud voice spoke from the edge of the river. Mortimus walked up from the river back, his shirt hanging over one shoulder. He took a seat on the log Nix was sitting on. "How reliable is your work?"

"Good enough to sneak into the Nether world and kill Azul Khan."

The statement met with silence. The Titan War Leader stared at him for a long moment. "That was you?"