[b][h2][centre]vashthishtra silent sands. “Vashra” [/centre][/h2][/b]

Speed was not the greatest strength of the scale folk but their ability to keep a consistent pace without pause was. Mile after mile, hills, up and down, the beast man did not feel fatigued. Compared to parts of the Morgador he called home this was plain easy going, regular inns, hot meals, solid shelter and such. The hard part was the suspicious looks he drew as he entered with them, the fact they had gold and willing to spend helped with the mixed parties acceptance as coin tended to grease the wheels of relations rather well. 

The mixed group seemed to work despite being relatively strangers, some took flying ahead, or to the sides of main body, he chose to take a more rearward position with the slightly slower pace running as the rear guard. 

When they entered a more wild country it felt more like home and drifted to the sides returning with a few wild rabbits and smaller game to supplement their diets. He ignored larger game as they did not have the time or steady camp to process it all and wasting game was an act against nature. Hunters had to respect their animals or they would rapidly starve. 

It was 15 days before they reached the site the expedition had chosen to venture to, a large dark hole in the side of a mountain. The path was worn and ill used but not abandoned and the sight of the mountain open gave more cause to scan his surroundings even more carefully.

The site was wide open, the weather was turning towards the worse and out here shelter was few and far between. The great gates were broken open, gone or just opened.  The yawning gap was far larger than any natural cave the Scale folk had seen on hisbtravels but that could just be a cave in these mountains., different. Something else. “Thisss. Place. They go deeper, scape the storm's wrath perhaps. They are alive for reason. It be more stable deeper in cave, safer winters bite. I do not underestimate things even trog dites nature mind.” The Scale folks said thinking as he watched with a spear in hand. 

Looking around the terrain, the cave and the skies looking like wrath would be falling upon them if the storm broke and let loose upon the mountains from afar. He did not want to weather that outside. “I agree. We need shelter from Ssstorm, can use noise cords, alarm line. Hide tents, use terrain, make seem like small camp, ambush trog…dites.” If he had to fight, if the group had to fight. They might as well try to turn the odds. 

Cutting logs, setting camp. That was something at least practical to do..