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The second day and night were busy, but uneventful. With relatively few monsters in their path, Sherral pushed them to make up as much time as possible, and by the time night came, most just wanted to sleep as quickly as possible.
The third day has been slower, and as afternoon starts to turn towards early evening, the air begins to take on a new quality. It's cooler now, heavier, and there's an odd smell on it.
The source quickly becomes obvious as they draw near a sheer cliff face with a cave leading into it. A wooden sign has been stuck into the clay in front of the cave, with a hastily painted red skull on it. There's a star marked on the skull's forehead in black.
"Just our luck," someone murmurs.
"Bandits again," Sherral grumbles to Jay. "Brave of them to take up residence in the Zertinan Caverns, but we have to pass this way if we've any hope of getting to the Leviathan before somebody else picks it apart."
The third day has been slower, and as afternoon starts to turn towards early evening, the air begins to take on a new quality. It's cooler now, heavier, and there's an odd smell on it.
The source quickly becomes obvious as they draw near a sheer cliff face with a cave leading into it. A wooden sign has been stuck into the clay in front of the cave, with a hastily painted red skull on it. There's a star marked on the skull's forehead in black.
"Just our luck," someone murmurs.
"Bandits again," Sherral grumbles to Jay. "Brave of them to take up residence in the Zertinan Caverns, but we have to pass this way if we've any hope of getting to the Leviathan before somebody else picks it apart."
