"'Allies' are far more likely than anything else, given how hostile and unnatural this region is. You may experience some mild discomfort from the twisted and broken nature of the land," she explained. "Given their sensitivity, I'd find it highly unlikely any fae would dare make their residence here."<br/><br/>She led the way, at their ground-eating pace, and by mid-morning, the border could be seen. It was an almost stark line, a period of only a few hundred yards between rolling hills, and a seemingly broken wasteland; the grass looked thinner and coarser, the other plantlife looked either withered, or well-defended, and the very sky seemed to take on a dark, overcast look. No guards stood at the border, mostly because none needed to; the land was foreboding enough, it served as an effective deterrent to most visitors. Overhead, a thin, vulture-like creature flew in lazy circles, though Caiaphas could see it was nearly the size of a horse.<br/><br/>Almost as soon as they crossed the border, a sense of wrong and unease would begin to assault his senses, coupled with a feeling like eyes watching him intently from behind. It would be difficult to avoid the urge to look over his shoulder every few minutes, and he could see Aurelia fighting that urge, as well. "Just as unpleasant as I remember," she muttered, as she pulled out a map, to consult for directions.