Your pace surprisingly picked up now that you are free of the deep undergrowth and following the streambed, although occasionally the less dexterous members of the party have to catch themselves from slipping on the slick stones. Still, the wildlife avoids the clambering noise which surrounds the party, or atleast Alton.
The temperate forests, thick with undergrowth around you slowly begins to pitch upwards from the streambank, becoming quite hilly from what you can tell. The trees are spread farther apart here, but have grown even more massive, stretching out of sight, perhaps two hundred feet in height with trunks dwarfing all but the largest homes in Amblestock. Kiylea, the only person who has ever been far into the Silvergreen has never been this far, and her appreciation for the wild has never been better echoed.
Eddie catches a glimpse of a few silver-furred monkeys, far up in the lower canopy, although he'd never considered eating a monkey before, nor had he ever really seen one before for that matter.
You can all only imagine that it must be past noon, when Kiylea pulls up short as the stream rounds a bend into a small pool of water. The water is running down from a crevice in the exposed side of one of the large hills, a massive sequoia jutting up from its top, obscuring the sun.
