With the two elves’ cheerful goodbyes and wishes for your safe return in your ears you head back into the western part of the forest. Sure enough by day the bat creatures are not active and you pass through the tall green trunked trees without trouble. However, the predators also prove to be as adept at stealth as they were the other day and you do not see any sleeping.<br/>After about two hours, with the mid afternoon sun starting its long descend to fall behind the ocean, you approach the edge of the tree line. There is no sign of Rose’s mage companion, and the newcomer cannot help but remember the vast amount of water on every side of them.<br/>Exciting the forest you see the Grey Cliffs, the naked stone curving upwards and quickly becoming impossible to scale without magic or sophisticated climbing equipment. Fortunately for you, most of the caves are within the first 200ft, before the slope becomes too challenging. You have left the trees of the elves behind, and the wind is carrying a different scent to you, one of more intense, moist plant life. You recall the rumours of a dense, deep green forest behind the Grey Cliffs. “Do you start climbing now?” Daria inquires.