Azurewraith
Explorer
"Well your more than welcome to join me, provided you can keep up." Tamaran Smirks back a slight tone of indignation in his voice.
				
			Talashia nods with satisfaction. "Take us where they grow, and we'll watch your back and help you search. Well done, Elora."
"Not to impose on an elder race," Talashia says with a smirk, "But I think we should avoid splitting up. I wouldn't be surprised if 'old Nan' has surprises in store for those on her trail."
"Well your more than welcome to join me, provided you can keep up." Tamaran Smirks back a slight tone of indignation in his voice.
 
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 A short walk across the heather and stones leads Talashia to the totem. It stands nearly seven-feet tall at the very edge of the Czernhurst, an amalgam of ecstatically dancing women forming the base with a three-sided horned beast at the top – one face facing the NNW, one the SSW, and the third seeming to leer down at the viewer. By clearing away some of the moss, Talashia discovers that the strange rain-weathered shapes engraved throughout the totem were actually originally carved bats. To be this weathered and covered in moss...the totem must be very old indeed.
A short walk across the heather and stones leads Talashia to the totem. It stands nearly seven-feet tall at the very edge of the Czernhurst, an amalgam of ecstatically dancing women forming the base with a three-sided horned beast at the top – one face facing the NNW, one the SSW, and the third seeming to leer down at the viewer. By clearing away some of the moss, Talashia discovers that the strange rain-weathered shapes engraved throughout the totem were actually originally carved bats. To be this weathered and covered in moss...the totem must be very old indeed.| 
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 Talashia has barely begun inspecting the totem, when you notice a white bird causing a commotion above the river. Tamaran's wolf is the first to perk its head up, for wolves and ravens have had a strange relationship ever since the dawn of time, a low rumble in its throat drawing Tamaran's attention as well. A white raven flutters down atop the totem, its feathers ruffled and agitated, its pale eyes hyper-vigilant. It croaks once, loudly, to make sure it has Talashia's attention, then chuck-clucks to itself before fixing its breast plumage.[/SECTION]
Talashia has barely begun inspecting the totem, when you notice a white bird causing a commotion above the river. Tamaran's wolf is the first to perk its head up, for wolves and ravens have had a strange relationship ever since the dawn of time, a low rumble in its throat drawing Tamaran's attention as well. A white raven flutters down atop the totem, its feathers ruffled and agitated, its pale eyes hyper-vigilant. It croaks once, loudly, to make sure it has Talashia's attention, then chuck-clucks to itself before fixing its breast plumage.[/SECTION]