There was a relaxing rhythm to the crunch of the groups footfalls on the dry earth as they approached, only accompanied by the whistle of wind. The area certainly felt dead, or as close to is as possible. The burly goron scooped up a rock and took a bite, cracking through the solid mass easily but spitting it out after only a few chews. It felt off, eerie, like everything here, as if the terrible events had tainted the land itself.

Nareck listened with folded arms, saying nothing but nodding in understanding as the elder explained and when Ghent volunteered them both he lay a heavy calloused hand on the hylanders shoulder and spoke in a deep, respectful tone. "Do not fear, we [i]will [/i]uncover the cause behind all this."