"It would not matter much to me in the terms of sight, but the idea of waking up with a body part missing..." Vaushi says, shuddering.
*Thusly creeped out, those not on watch can go back to sleep, though some probably have one eye open. Aside from that creepy incident, the night goes quietly. In the morning, you can break your fast with trail rations, and then continue to follow the witchraven toward the base of the mountain where the wind temple resides. The going is fairly tough, and in places you have to scramble over rocks and cross narrow ledges. At one point you find youself on a stone bridge so narrow you couldn't turn a horse around on it, and you have to blindfold your mounts to get them across. A bit of work with some rope and pitons will get you across safely, though not without a great deal of nervousness on some parts.*
*It is nearly dusk by the time you get down the steep path that leads you to a crack in the base of the mountain. It is bitterly dark inside, and smells of dampness, death, and other things best left unnamed.*
"This is the place. You must go through the catacombs the caverns until you reach the break in the ceiling. That is the floor of the inner temple. Then you must go up and up and up until you reach the top, and then you're there," the witchraven says, nodding at the crevice.