Lync jumps through the trees, once again approaching the City of the Mask Makers. It was nice to be back in the trees; the desert was so boring. As she leaps from tree to tree, she almost thinks she can hear fighting in the distance. But who would be fighting all the way up here? For a moment she almost wonders if the bandits had made a comeback in some over-the-top fashion, but no, Pheore had taken care of them. Probably nothing, then.