"Supplies, yes," Bria repeated as nuts were crunched on and she noted Gimlak's eyeing of her crystal.
"It seems so very wrong, for something so beautiful, for something that takes the length of so many lives to form beneath us, brings death and destruction. Still, we will see it put to good use. My people camped at the not-so-distant caves for reasons other than shelter... it is said that another rarity resides not far from there, a mountain nymph. She was seen as a last resort, and thus one we have not yet set eyes upon. Perhaps, if we can gain her favor... Are you ready? We should make good use of the light."
The crystal was placed back into her pack, a waterskin passed around, and footstep by footstep she leads you upwards. The crawling upon the sharp chaotic stonework of nature is relentless in its efforts to exhaust and weaken you, but with death ever breathing down your necks each step at least, is a confirmation that hearts still beat and lungs still breathe of cold alpine air.
The sun is descending by the time Bria indicates that your destination is near. You walk through something of a valley now, a winding path between great black spears of rock, and at the end of it lies a series of holes. There is quite a network of caves here, you might assume, with everywhere you look showing evidence of dark tunnels within stone. Some are tiny, barely the size a demihuman might fit down. Others are larger, tall arches of darkness extending many yards in height and width.
Bria turns her gaze westwards, pointing to an entrance some twelve feet tall.
"This one."
Drawing nearer she whistles a series of three short notes, like the call of an alpine chough, a monogamous beast not dissimilar to a crow.
There is no reply. Just a short echo as the tune bounces within the walls.
Then she points to her lips, and to a small patch of snow at the cave's entrance.
[sblock=Notes]Feel free to make perception checks etc...[/sblock]
