Daminor seems quite pleased someone wants to listen to him, and immediately pulls out his lute, strumming a fairly bland, but still interesting enough, melody, singing about one of the party's earlier exploits, involving trolls and lizardmen.<br/><br/>Maura shakes her head. "She's like that with everyone. She hates humans, for some reason... and hates that, despite being younger, I've advanced faster than she has. She thinks I should be inferior, we all should. It's been almost a year, and she still hasn't even warmed up to Daminor."<br/><br/>The countryside around them is idyllic; beautiful, rolling green hills, large tracts of farmland, a truly lovely location, for the Material Plane. While he senses a lot of life around them, as Maura said, nothing dangerous; a small camp of the hyena-men, several miles to the northwest, far off their trail, and a large griffin, circling a farm, ready to take off with a cow, but nothing else.<br/><br/>(http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/1120/landscapely5.png)<br/><br/>(There are no plans for encounters until reaching Drellin's ferry, so anything until then will just be talking, getting to know the party. If you want to skim that, just say so.)