He refused the potion. "I'll survive," he said. "Save those for the dying."<br/><br/>Magic detection doesn't turn up anything but swiftly fading necromantic energy from the corpse. Even its axe was non-magical, just big.<br/><br/>Sena spent some time scouring the area, expressing frustration that the zombie's movements seem to have obliterated most tracks she might follow, but eventually declared that it looked like a horse had gone up the steps it seemed to be guarding, a little while prior.<br/><br/>The journey continues, following a narrow, winding stone path, up into the mountain range. He has little difficulty with it, but Sak'bas frequently slows the party down, as the narrow path, crumbling rocks, and her wide body lead to difficulties and careful movement, to make their way through the dangerous terrain. By the time they reach the end of the path, night has begun to fall.<br/><br/>To the north, a jagged limestone cliff hems in the scene; a mighty waterfall rushes over the edge into a wide pool of black, frothing water. In the center of the black pool stands a massive, hundred-foot-tall limestone pillar of weathered stone—the last, lonely sentinel marking where the cliff’s edge once stood in an age long past. At various points on the island’s top, plumes of black smoke waft up into the sky.