Calm steps through a murky swamp, joined by other sets of steps and the buzzing of the local insects, filled the air, stagnant in the marsh.  It was all Liliette could do to take the heat bearing down on her, as it bore down on her (temporary) companions.  But there was hope, at least, as their destination came into view at last.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2015-04-18 23:38:04, ThatOneShrroth (uid: 53474) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=74675)</div></div><br/><strong>"Way's Rim."</strong>The monk repeats out loud, as if those two words were music to her ears.<strong>"Até is probably correct in this.  In such a short period of time, there have been many rumors of disappearances from this town...Indeed, I've come <em>because</em> those rumors have reached my ears through the winds and voices of travelers from many miles away."</strong><br/>She explains herself calmly, before bringing her hand to rest at her neck, gripping the holy symbol that lay there, displaying an open palm.<strong>"I come for the same reason as my traveling companion, and for more still.  I would ask...if you have seen another of my type, a young woman dressed in loose-fitting clothes, also proudly displaying the symbol of our deity Irori?"</strong>She explains, speaking firmly and with clear purpose.