<span style="font-weight: bold">Narrator</span><br/><br/>There are many dangerous creatures hiding in Ishara's forests and roaming its plains - but mindless monsters won't lightly trouble a group of hunting beastwomen, and after about an hour you're passing through the last of the thinning trees and out onto the plains. Following Aria's vague directions and your own instincts, you head south-east, roughly in the correct direction. The going is rough, harsh soil broken by sharp rock. There's no sign of prey, beyond a few swift rockrabbits or invertebrates, and vultures in the sky above. It seems hard to credit that a houseplant grove could flourish here, yet from Aria's directions you're surely nearing the correct area. The sun is nearing its zenith, and your stomachs are beginning to rumble...