Drachon was high in the trees, squating down on one of the branches, looking through the forest, his ears trying to pick up the footsteps of the demons. Aside from the sounds of the rain colliding with both the trees and ground, he was unable to hear anything else. Still though, his sense of foreboding refused to fade away, and in fact grew stronger. Drachon could not tell why though, and was beginning to think that mayb he had misinterpreted the will of Elstii. He shook his head, dismissing that thought, he had heard the voice of the goddess clear as day, though he still could not see the reason why the goddess wished for him to wait in the forest.<br/><br/>As he was pondering these thoughts, he saw the fox anithrope leaping from tree to tree below him. He had chosen one of the highest branches on one of the taller tree, making sure it was concealed in the shadows, and set up post. Drachon was wondering what the anithrope was doing, mayhap she decided to forgo the hiding spot the others had chose. He was just about to reveal himself to the anithrope  he heard a high pitched howl that made his blood run cold. This how sounded eerily similar to the joyless laugh that often ventured from the mouth of the completely insane.<br/><br/>Drachon remembered a story he was told when he was little more than a child. It was about beasts who roamed the night, and filled it with their howls of madness. Beasts that constantly hunted for their prey, relentless in their assault. He remembered being told that these beasts were nothing more but a myth, having once existed, but existing no more. Though he was not positive that these were the creatures of lore he had once feared as a child, his intuition told him that they were. If indeed his intuition was correct, no hiding spot would be able to hide them from these creatures.<br/><br/>Drachon needed to alert the others of the danger that they were in, but did not trust his speed would take him to them in time. The elf decided that he was going to need the assistance of the wood and its creatures. Drachon cupped his hands in front of his mouth and let loose a high pitched whistle that echoed through the forest. There was a stirring in the leaves of the tree to the right of him and a blue and white song bird flew over to him, landing on the ridge of his hand. Drachon whispered to the bird, the language he spoke was ancient, known of by some, spoken by few. The words were hushed, yet as deep and rich as the earth itself "<span style="font-style: italic"> child of the sky, I need your aid, you must find the young halfling with the child of the wind, and tell them they must make haste, for great danger is coming </span>" The bird chirped in reply, telling him that it would do as he asked, and flew off into woods, set out to complete his task.<br/><br/>This done, Drachon leapt down from his hiding spot and landed nimbly next to the anithrope, startling her. Drachon help up his hands to show he meant no harm and spoke quickly "Please, you may know of the danger or you may not, but i need your assistance gto help my allies." He pleaded with the anithrope with his green eyes, trying to make her understand the urgency that he felt "This is something that not only threatens the lives of my friends, but the lives of all things good in this world."Again the the sickening howl of insanity was heard, closer this time. Drachon could almost see the creatures dashing through the woods, hunting for the group, hunting for the artifact.