The quick trek, hopping from stone to stone, is easy enough for the young girl despite some of the slick patches of brownish mud.  With a quick leap, she lands on the opposite shore and approaches the pile of crates that had been left here.  The trio of sturdy wooden things appear to be unmarked, save for some hasty strokes of black paint or tar on the tops of them, written in the common human tongue that have mostly faded away thanks to rain and sunlight.<br/><br/>Suddenly, there is a strange sort of gurgling and bubbling sound from over Ziah's shoulder.<br/><br/>From the surface of the riverbed, a soft mound of the collected mud starts to rise upwards as though something was attempting to burrow upwards from below.  Dirty bubbles foam all around the protrusion from the ground as the mound seems to take form.  The shape of a head rises first, followed by a pair of shoulders, a featureless torso, and eventually the long legs that completes the form of some humanoid creature, spawned from the depths of the mud.  The clay oozes and ripples as more details are carved into the creature, forming a more slender physique, gentle curves in the hips, and oddly enough a pair of breasts that suggests this is a female of sorts.  Finally a pair of glowing eyes appears like a set of topaz gems in this delicate clay sculpture of a woman.  A thin line cracks open where its mouth should be, and it speaks in a subtle tone.<br/><br/>"....you aren't...one of them.  You are new.  Who are you, mortal?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>