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Slightly grumbling, Dreggan tosses an apple at Vanelee. It seems everyone was moving again. While he was pleasantly surprised that they all followed his plan of action, he hoped that they wouldn't run into more gargoyles of whatever monstrosity might claim dominion over these hills. Keeping his concern from the others, Dreggan closed up the rear, checking for any tails.
A brisk wind was picking up as they walked the winding road along the hills and cliffs, the first leg of the hike had been uneventful, but as they turned the last corner before the passage descended into the gorge, some commotion was heard ahead. Immediately, Dreggan jumped over the group to land in front of Nina, who was on point. Holding up his right hand to stop their progress, he listened attentively...
"Hold up, people. It sounds like we've got company ahead. I'm not really sure, but it sounds like people speaking in the Eastern tongue. Weird... Oh and Matt, please don't rush in this time. Let's take it one step at a time, shall we?"
With that, the thief crept further along the trail to the entrance of the gorge. The smell of cooking flesh came to him gradually, as well as drunken merriment and curses. Making his way to a boulder blocking at least a third of the passage, Dreggan stopped and motioned the others to follow... slowly and quietly.
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