<br/>Az'zyra skitters away across the blasted and unsheltered plain, leaving you with few options other than to follow her or risk incineration. This place, at the very least, is a wasteland and you see nought tree nor animal besides yourselves as you travel. Perhaps that is a good thing. Much of the rubble beneath your feet is granite, but so too is there a great deal of black obsidian present in the stone. Eventually your realize its source after a few close calls... the obsidian comes from the center of the fireballs as they explode upon impact. The snow keeps falling as you progress, heedless of the air temperature, but it does not last long as it reaches the ground, quickly going its fellow crystals in a thick layer of slush upon the ground.<br/><br/>Sadly, melting snow is not the only thing you have to contend with. About halfway through your journey, you come across a stream. Made of blood. It seems to be free flowing and while it feels disgusting, it is ultimately harmless. Unless you consider semi clotted blood sticking to your legs harmful. Fortunately, it is not much further to the shelter Az'zyra sought, and though the mountains rise above you far higher than it seems they should, you find relative safety in the mouth of a cave that extends back some ways. At least until you realize you are not alone.<br/><br/>"Who are you? Why are you here?" calls out a female voice from the shade behind you.<br/>