Aubert tromped down the hill, into the small burg, it's layout was unfimilar, but he pressed on. grabbing onto the sides of trees as he navigated his way down the slope. There was a sheer rise about part way inward, as if cleaved... no cleaved wasn't exactly right, the white beastman knelt beside the broken ground running his fingers along the solid cut of wall. This was interdementional, a part of one world, replaced with another, like someone had just hammered it into place.<br/>This was... uncommon to say the least. Stuff like this didn't just happen, there were always signs, centuries of them, that could be tracked, traced, understood.<br/>this was an anomaly, and outside the the visions of the oracles...<br/>"that is... disturbing"<br/>He ran a gloved hand across the flat black stone top, it wasn't stone, but stone was the closest thing he couls compare it to, liquid stone, cooled and hardened. concreta was not unknown to Aubert, crushed lime, mixed with various elements, left to set. But to make a road out of the expensive substance?<br/>This would be interisting, he thought walking along the road through trees that most certianly should not have been this far south.<br/>A structure emered from behind the trees, he walked towards the front door, there was a metal attachement, where sparks and fire seemed to flare from the windows.<br/>The local blacksmith of course, he dusted off his vestments and armor  straightened his hair and ran his hands over his horse muzzle just to ensure his fur wasn't mussed, and knocked on the front door.<br/>It was a human woman who answered the door, in a pink garb. he asked where the master of the house was.<br/><br/>"PA!... PA!" she backed slowly away from the gibberish speaking beast man. "somthin outta the Isle o Marou is at the door!" she slammed the door on him.<br/>Aubert banged away at the door, the woman though beautiful had not understood him. "I simply wish to talk to your father!"<br/>The Mister Raligh opened the door which had shook on it's hinges, in his defence he had been hearing about violence a swordfight, strange creatures, and his third son had died recently...<br/>No small wonder he opened fire.<br/>Aubert flew through the air, landing face up on the ground, his breastplate with it's expensive enchantments had protected him partly, but it still knocked him flat like an uppercut from a heavyweight boxer.<br/>"get, em inside... we'll find out more details about these outsiders, an get the chief on the horn tell em we got one of those... things."