But to Castiel's surprise, the room containing the Spirit Blade was no longer vacant. A warrior from a distant land stood before him, brandishing an enormous sword. The stranger must have sensed that the the wizard was in peril as he immediately offered to lead him to safety in exchange for one hundred gold pieces (I recently purchased a set of Wizards of Morcar men-at-arms figures from a UK eBay seller and printed the matching mercenary cards from The Frozen Horror in order introduce the hireling concept for just such a scenario). After quickly agreeing to the terms and recovering the Spirit Blade, the two adventurers returned to the corridor with the swordsman leading the way. He made quick work of the foul orc and only the lone Chaos Warrior, already weakened from previous combat, stood between them and the path to safety.

Any sense of renewed hope that Castiel may have felt upon the appearance of his new ally soon vanished as the swordsman fell under the Chaos Warrior's massive battleaxe (unlucky dice again: five skulls on a defense roll). Escape was Castiel's only option at this point and a Veil of Mist spell allowed him to slip past the Chaos Warrior who was only a few steps away as Castiel made his desperate getaway (Amanda yelled "base" as she reached the stair tile). Through he now possessed the Spirit Blade, he could only think of the comrades he had left behind. Though new heroes would soon arrive to take their place, their bravery (not to mention their gold, weapons and armor which were now lost) would surely be missed when it was time to return to Barak Tor and once again face the Witch Lord.