Lync flashes her companions a quick thumbs-up before slipping outside. She moves slowly, taking some time to enjoy the air as she wanders closer to Skipper.
“Nice day, isn’t it?” she asks as she gets closer. “Any particular reason you’re out here instead of inside?” @Tarkur
The most recent trail cuts through the older ones, moving to the south-west for the most part. The ruined statues are getting more common now, crumbling pillars and faded visages half-covered by roots and vines.The jungle around him is as still as ever.
@Ghid @Runa @Toa_Vladin @Tarkur @KAI_BORG
As it turns out, the group doesn’t make it far before being interrupted. Vohman sighs, skirting around a growing crowd of villagers. It isn’t hard to see what they’re gathered around - the pair of Hunters towers over the assembled locals, easily visible to others nearby. The group might possibly remember Bramble from their adventures three years ago, but are far more likely to recognize Vra’axinni from the City of the Mask Makers.
The villagers around them are a mixed group - some are wary, some curious, staring and whispering to each other from a distance. Others are more… vocal, directing questions and in some cases slurs at the pair from a far closer distance. Vohman gestures for the group to follow him around the roadblock.
“Nothing to see here, really. Unless you feel like delaying your trip for the show, of course.”