mountain range.

[terrorfirma]

It was one of those rare times that the party wasn't running around like chicken with their heads cut off. Everyone else seemed to have settled at the inn, but Edna couldn't say the same. Being this close to the Rayfalke Spiritcrest always made her feel... something. And so, looking as though she didn't have a care in the world even in the dead of night, she began walking the base of the path.

Twirling her open umbrella on that rested on her shoulder, she stopped short, thinking she'd heard something in the distance. Eyeing up the darkness beyond her sight, her gaze levelled the area in question. "If you're there, you should just come out."

A hellion? Or maybe just a stray...