Leiana would have been more comfortable if the prophecy had been a little less clear. She had been expecting convoluted prose that would take a team of scholars a year to puzzle out, or something vague with multiple interpretations that could be tweaked afterwards to fit. In her wildest daydreams she had not imagined anything quite so… bland?

“So?” The rest of her traveling party were still waiting excitedly for the good news. They’d battled the Black Dragon of Gorread, they’d defeated the Orbweaver at her own riddles, surely the prophecy has been worth the broken bones and mental tortures. Surely.

“It says we’re the back-up team. We’re supposed to head to Mount Doom and wait by the exit to the secret passage in case the Shadow Lord manages to escape.” She turned the scroll around so they could see. “It even gives us a map.”