Everyone banters and grumbles at the fact that Bryn is the only one to bring a horse along such a journey. A fox snaps a twig and sets Rolan on edge, but nothing comes of it. The tracks from the harriers lead to a path that winds through the thick woods and waving grasses, seemingly without a definite direction. Finally, as the trees thin somewhat, you spot an enormous ridge of dark stone looming ahead, and streatching along in either direction to fade into the thick and dense brush and trees on the sides of the path. You think you hear running water on the other side of the ridge.<br/><br/>As you approach, the ridge looms large, but the path does not stop. From where you stand, you can see a narrow tunnel piercing the dark-hued rock. At the base of the entrance, something awful must have happened in the small clearing before you. A quartet of bodies- young women, from the looks of it- lie scattered across the grass in various states of undress and abuse.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Passive Perception Check DC 22:<br/>Several shadows of foul-looking humanoids, with mangy wings and wicked talons, lurk and flit among the trees.<br/><br/>GM Talk: How's the map? Readable?</span><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i919.photobucket.com/albums/ad38/NotoriusBEN_3k1/Area1through3.jpg)</div>