Irwanwen had not favoured the ride inside the city-people's vehicle in the least, it felt cramped and almost choking when compared to the vast expanses of grass and trees that she was so used to. Not even a single window or viewing port was inside the vehicle, to cast fleeting glimpses of the forest glade as the horrid beast of a transport moved away, leaving broken and mutilated vegetation in it's wake. Even the atmosphere inside the vehicle seemed tense as it were, it had already become somewhat apparent that some of the city-people were perhaps less eager to work alongside others that expected, but from the briefing clearly they will all have to work together whether people liked that or not...<br/><br/>The journey felt like it took eons in the Wild Elf's mind, the sky above was always used to keep track of the day's natural progression but inside the shell of the transport neither sky nor outside was visible to the unaided eye. At times she even felt bouts of minor claustrophobia threaten to take hold at the sheer prison cell-like feeling this vehicle gave off.<br/><br/>When the vehicle finally came to a rumbling stop and it's doorways had opened to the outside, Irwanwen had made sure that she was getting out as quickly as she possibly could do. But the outside was not nearly what she expected. Instead of lush green grass and glades of immense forests, there was only a pale and sickly green glow to the skies, and an arid stench of death and decay. She already had the innate sense that this place was not natural, for nothing natural could have surely caused this level of corruption to the land. Even one of the city-folk soldiers that had came to meet them looked pale and wasted, like he has been slowly gnawed on from the inside out by some terrible force. This place was natural, and it wasn't normal in the least. At the same time it filled Irwanen with a sense of terrified fear yet burning hatred for whatever could have wreaked such horrific damage to the land.<br/><br/>Apparently a city-person named 'Pieras' was to go elsewhere from the group's destination, despite the arrogance and the sense of superiority that these city people had, Irwanwen could only pity him, going to this place in a group was bad enough.<br/><br/>When the main soldier was pointed out to the group by the soldier that had came up to the transport, Irwanwen began a walk in that direction, pausing every now and then to check that the others were still close at hand. Being separated in this loathsome was likely to prove lethal to any one of them. However, when she heard one of the city-people utter something about 'strange corrupted creatures' her walk slowed in pace somewhat. She loathed the thought of seeing anything that was corrupted, but hated the thought of the damage they could wreak more.