Ekimu was forced to accept it: the Storm was long gone. He had made good progress across the island's center, but evidently the ancient Lord's size served as an advantage, in this case. How the Mask Maker seemed to keep misplacing ancient enemies, he did not know. One of these days it would come back to bite him. He pauses for a moment, taking in deep lungfuls of cool mountain air. It was a nice evening up here; too bad he didn't have the time to enjoy it. But enough time for that; he doubted either of his quarry were stopping to smell the roses. And so he sets off once more, marching west for the Black Crater.
@Ghid @Runa @Tarkur @Toa_Vladin @KAI_BORG An unfamiliar Okotan emerges from the building, a thin jungle villager clad in muted greens and greys.
"Well, she wasn't kidding that I'd know who you are. I hear you lot are looking for a guide to Karios?" He holds his hands up, palms open, looking between the travelers.