Loxus is repeating a poem in his head this time, rather then a song, to keep out the voices of the ring out as he leads the group of three forward. Nathan of course couldn't be bothered to wait and stay with the group, but Loxus ignored this for now, looking out for the hordes of demons that usually populated these plains. Nothing survived here, if a plant grew it was ripped up and horded away, creating a true wasteland of nothing. "Where are all the demons, we should have hit about 40 by now.......atleast" Loxus says mostly to himself as he continues forward.