Beren was pleased that his efforts to cheer Aeryn up were working, at least for the moment. He might be a natural warrior and a fine leader, but he had his silly moments, and for all intents and purposes, he still had plenty of youth left in him. With only a slight wobble, he hopped off the raised pole with yet another impressive push from his left hand, spinning and landing on his feet. He probably should have stretched a bit because he felt slightly sore, but not in any serious way. 

"Thank you, thank you!" he declared, giving a facetious bow to the two. 

He might have continued with an encore, if not for the very odd premonition of Settione suddenly causing the priest to shudder and speak a portent of doom for all to hear. Beren blinked, confused as to the man's suddenly strange behavior until he realized the seriousness of what he was claiming. He had seen such religious fervor before in priests. His father was a priest of Eruvar after all. Coincidentally, it was then that Geradin strode out of the Tavern, chewing on some jerky, though his face was concerned. 

"I sense i-..." he noticed Settione shaking and placed his hands on the priest's shoulder and arm, the shaking suddenly halting abruptly. "I sense it too." 

It was at that moment, that a patrolman trotted up to the group. "Sirs. Madam. Sirs and Madam...there's someone at the entrance to town." 

[hr] 

Calanon inclined his head. He gave his opinion, but he was a ranger first and foremost. He had traveled into danger countless times, and he would do so again. What was another horror of the forest deeps, after all? He hopped atop Brogach as if he had hopped over a root rather than made a near seven foot verticle leap, stroking his truest friends mane. "Let's continue then." he told them, and led the way for the group. 

Argon took along a chunk of the Mantiraus flank, gnawing on it happily. Though it was particularly stringy and rough to the jaw. Even cooked, most creatures and humanoids would have found it distasteful. But Argon had survived on worse, and he was simply happy he had something to chew on as they walked. 

The ground was still upturned by long roots and ubiquitous plantlife, and as ever, thick with trees. But as they continued, the path began to grow somewhat wider, the soil growing less rich. Until they suddenly found themselves at the edge of the treeline, at least for a mile or so. Instead of a forest, there was a rocky crag filled with boulders. The earth was barren rock, some of it lifting high into the air, and paths of the rock was almost cut into the stone. Perhaps the paths had been dry riverbeds, or perhaps they had been cut by residents long dead. 

However, the most curious thing was two tall statues, stately and stoic looking statues that looked like bald, giant men, standing 15 feet tall. Two of them that framed the entrance of the rock hewn road that lead deeper into this new area. 
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