by JoshuaDurron » Mon Feb 10, 2003 8:18 pm
So the party, having partially regrouped after their victory, began their treck across the mountains once more, the minds of the Exiles a bit more somber after having discovered that the surface was not the paradise they may have once thought of it as. Genji, if the big Nephilim thought much at all, was probably reflecting on how helpless his companions were, one of them already having gotten lost. Hours past, and they eventually found themselves coming out of the mountains as the sun began to set. They found themselves in a flat grassland. According to their map, it was another five miles to Ernest's hut, traveling northwest.
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Keldorn, little did they know, was only a quarter of a mile away. Their rout would take them withing four hundred feet of where the big blacksmith was poking around in the grass, having been lost for a good half hour. He could soon hear the sounds of people moving through the high grass on the other side of the hill he was lying on, and the occasional muffled speach of the other people. But he could not tell who or what they were. Caution might still be in order...