IT was certainly akin to stepping into an alien world - one that teemed with life in its myriad forms. The group stuck close together, as the fog grew thicker, and threatened to cut down visibility much beyond arm's reach, and they slowly waded their way into the area. At first, all seemed to be a normal, if alien, forest, but soon, sounds began to creep in. Voices, half-heard snatches of conversations, or mad giggling heard but not seen. Lights, dancing in the distance, bobbing and weaving like a group carrying lanterns - which Sena warned the group about, as they were more likely will-o'-wisps, than anything else. At one point, their path is crossed by an enormous, magnificent elk, fourteen feet tall at the shoulders with a twenty-eight point set of antlers. It studied them for a moment, before leaping off into the foliage again.<br/><br/>"So, where exactly are we going, oh wise leader?" Sydon inquired, after about twenty minutes of trekking through the trackless wilds.