It wouldn't take long to finish the drow off, shuddering and moaning in delight. "Hah... hah... thank you," she said, softly, breathing heavily.<br/><br/>The night would pass without further incident, and in the morning, the caravan would set out late, and slowly, many still mourning the loss of one of the guards, a young man from Sandpoint who was well-liked, who had been killed during the raid the night before. They made their way slowly towards Crying Leaf, and cloudy skies.<br/><br/>Up ahead, the forest begins to thin somewhat, but a screen of plants prevents observation of what lies within. After a moment, Shalelu gestures for the caravan to stop, and approaches the screen, which turns out to be a solid wall of thorny vines. She puts a small silver whistle to her lips and blows three times. As the last twittering note begins to fade, the wall of vines springs to life, pulling back to reveal a small settlement in a clearing on the other side.<br/><br/>The village of Crying Leaf is a modest one, with low structures made of gracefully shaped stone and wood that has been carefully decorated and carved. The townsfolk look wary, at the outsiders, but friendly enough, especially at the sight of two of their native residents.