Such a huge herd attracts Predators and Nomad Guardians. Bands follow the unmissable trail, tiny groups trailing behind the main mass of diverse creatures.
The rocks, however, Jargian has heard of. They are the lair of Cliff Toads and resting place of Broos, outcasts and other un-savoury things. From things in hedge bottoms, good gods preserve us. That the Hermit lives here must be powerful, mad or desperate.
At the edge of the rocks, the party stops and surveys the first outcrop of the rocky maze. The Sable seems reluctant to enter the walled passageways and the carrion birds circling overhead give the range a forbidding air.
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The Storm Khan volunteers Perhaps we should go in together and leave the Sable under guard out here?