<strong>Ellen</strong><br/><br/>The pair of flying adventures ventured forth to meet the griffon riders. There were about seven of them atop their mounts. The riders themselves were tinted a pale shade of blue as their near-white azure manes flowed in the wind. One of them hovered in place infront of the pair of adventurers as the others circled around them in silence.<br/><br/>"Litha val masilla murrah machina wun reiz." Their apparent leader, a pony-tailed woman with a head of hair that seemed like it would extend down to her butt if it wasn't fluttering in the wind. Odd though, for the scant breeze surrounding them should not have been able to carry her hair in such a way...<br/><br/>"Auran?" Rath asked outloud to himself, flying around Ellen as she floated there, "Uhh... I think she said, 'To the sacred mountain, you has brought machines...?'"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Intelligence check in lieu of a trained only knowledge skill. It's pretty darn obvious, though.</div></div>