Mounting the Citadel of the Dead

Cali mounted the black steps, whipped by the wind and snow. She looked over her shoulder and saw she was alone, save for Kespin. She turned back to the others below. “What are you waiting for? We’ve already received an invitation from the Necromancer himself.” She gave Balar a stern look and nodded her head towards the top of the mountainous structure. “Come Kespin, you can tell me about your sexual fortitude as we climb these stairs.”