Into the Mountains

Asala flitted out her forked tongue, a little peeved that she could not get Li to sit down and regale her for hours and hours about knowledge he had. Not that he was too opposed to it. It was more like he did not want to be the center of conversation for hours, vomiting out factoids he knew. Despite the fact that he figured himself a good enough public speaker, he did not like being the center of a regular conversation for too long.

"That place bad," said Sheela. She pointed a clawed, gold furred hand to the entrances of the Triforge Mountains where purple haze still curled out. "Source of death."

Vilga crossed her burly arms together and narrowed her eyes as she peered at the entrances, not being as knowledgeable about mystical fields such as undeath as Sheela but still trusting the Feli's words regardless.