The Cliff face rears above them, 10 man heights high (60 feet). Andersen stops, "This I can work with."
The priestess looks to the east, "I feel, unwell about something in that direction" (They are to the west of LTVmocs' character)
(@LTVmocs) The Lights get closer, and resolve themselves as torches, carried by humanoid figures, but the language they chanted in wasn't human, and the torches were unlike any (s)he'd seen. Pure light, rather than fire