The valley does not appear any more appealing this time around. The wind .. or at least what you hope is the wind .. still moans mournfully through the valley, chill fingers ruffling your clothing, and carrying the faintest stench of rotting meat. It seems to be gaining in strenght, perhaps a herald of an oncoming storm.<br/><br/>((Water / Stealth, and Water / Survival from both of you please))