Ilyana draws out her cutlass, veering towards the noise... and a loud, sing-song sort of booming voice. It had to be the short giant. Pushing her way through the brush, she came cross the giant's trail, and followed along, arriving on their heels at the entrance of the tomb. Not was the giant alone. There was two other white-haired half-human men with Galaxor, making her self-conscious for a moment about her blonde hair - another difference.

"Ah," she drawls, lowering her cutlass and nodding her head. "I'm Ilyana, I just came in to fetch some fallen branches for a fire, later. What's going on here? What's that?"

There was something very odd about this, but she couldn't fault them if they sent her back.

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