It, sadly, didn't take very long for possible explanations for their random teleportation to start showing up. Here Dssialii had been enjoying a nice smoke (he was finally getting somewhere with it, too, his vision starting to swim pleasantly and his nose starting to smell distinctly of blood), and apparently it was already time to get up again. He stood with the aid of his spear as the horseman called out something to them, a slightly-doped smile on his face. Why, if he just had some good alcohol in him, he'd be set. But ah, such things weren't likely to magically find their way into the Middle of Nowhere; as unlikely as everything that had happened in the past few minutes had been, he doubted the gods were particularly interested in his desire to get properly intoxicated.

"Hullo!" He waved halfheartedly at the horseman as he drew close, though his attention was divided to the orc that he'd noticed upon standing; that was a much-more-interesting foe, and a more-likely one, since he actually had weapons drawn instead of just a shield. And then there was that booming call, and it truly seemed that their period of lounging on the nearly-flat hill was over.

He trudged along with the others in the direction of the sound, pulling his crossbow from under his cape. It was one of those amazing bits of engineering particularly long-lived goblins tended to make when they realized that invention wasn't just for other races. In this case, it was an answer to the problem that goblins couldn't really use bows. Any limb with a strong-enough pull weight had to be nearly two times the height of a goblin, and so they had been forced to use thrown spears and slingshots as ranged weapons. Then someone went out and found that crossbows were a thing, and goblins had adopted them quickly. And then eventually one of them designed a repeating method,and someone else eventually modified the limbs to a drastically-recurve tri-limb design, and voila, here was the result.

He pulled five bolts from his belt, pulling back the lever that cocked the thing and cycled the ammunition, carefully wracking them through the firing hold and into the horizontal magazine that sat underneath. The fifth couldn't fit (such was the nature of a four-bolt magazine, after all), and so sat at the ready to be fire at a moment's notice. He snapped shut the top cover that stopped the bolts from falling out and slung the bow back onto his belt, suitable assured of his ability to keep himself alive if such ability were needed.

The horseman fell in line with them, but Dssialii seemed content to continue puffing on his pipe while Eeiys answered the man's questions.

But then, suddenly, as the formation of rocks denoting the point of Origin came into view over the horizon, he made a happy noise and whipped back out his map. "Aha!" Dssialii exclaimed, jabbing a finger excitedly at a part of his map, which he'd labeled with a question mark and a lot of scribbles that seemed to be places where he'd placed lines in the wrong place and needed to redraw them. "I knew it!" At whatever confused glances he garnered, he explained himself. "When I was walking through charting this area, I noticed an incongruence in the position of the sun. It jumped slightly across the sky when I would pass this point, and really messed up my attempts to map the area. Only later did I figure out that there must have been some sort of magical barrier teleporting me around an area right in this point, when I determined that the distance I had traveled in this direction was too small for me to have reached the edge of the biome. Haha!" He seemed immensely pleased with himself, resuming his puffing happily. "The Point of Origin, I'd guess." And Eeiys confirmed his suspicions, so with a twinkle in his eyes, he continued along mirthfully.

But apparently there were already people there, he could hear them before they came over the last rise, and so he pulled out the crossbow. Would be no good to discover something like this and then die before he had a chance to update his maps. Thankfully, the orc still seemed to be the worst threat there (unlike Eeiys, he could hear what the dwarf was saying to the Alunei, and so didn't consider him a threat). Still, better safe than sorry.