As they walked, Cyra'd made some light scratches on a piece of wood, cryptic symbols she uses in lieu of a better idea to keep track of where she is and where she's going. "I know this canyon," she finally speaks up. "They are heading through towards a number of villages off to the east," she points, "And the house-plants I believe we were supposed to burn are further to the north off their path. I would suggest not blundering into an entire village, and just doing what we were supposed to do before we get involved with anything else. I am hungry, but-" She shrugs. "I will not starve."