Zarriia Ma'doc. Quil repeated the name in his head to remember. He would have said something else but an overwhelming feeling of someone... or something watching them made him stop. He looked around, his sharp, crimson eyes scouring the area for any sign of life or danger. Sand, the sea, the wreckages, the cliff... Nothing had changed. Nothing was there. Nothing moved.

What do you know of this island, Lady? I am sure you have far greater knowledge than both the Drow and I, he asked silently, hoping that the phoenix would have some sort of information that could help.

I have little knowledge about this island as it is not a place I would venture out to. My kind avoid it at all costs, came her reply.

"Another dead end," he mumbled to himself as he tried to shake off that uneasy feeling. He continued looking around, his right hand on the hilt of his sword, ready for combat if the situation called for it.

I would advise that you be wary. Your feeling is not without cause.