At the crack of dawn the surviving Blue Llama folk, Wandering Rangers and Agimori move on, escorting the large herd of Bisons, High Llamas and Sables.

The funeral fires of those that fell had burnt down to beds of coals and ash; the remains of the three Blue Llama braves and two of the Agimori hunters having been carried off by the summoned wind.

A sombre mood lay over the people of Prax as they moved off towards the nearby cliff and the slope that would take them down into the plains before the Rhino Rocklands and hopefully before the day was spent, to the Giant Finger Holes....

Passing a jumble of rocks festooned with dew covered webs and filled with dark pools of shadow they discover a relieved looking Hoskar and Melock  astride their mounts.

In reply to GM (msg # 1):

Tarnessh gave his condolences to Cantalas and the Agimori. "They died in the most honourable possible way, fighting Chaos to defend others." He noted.

"Aye" replies Cantalas "Though it worries me why such a large group of these creatures were here."

The Agimori say nothing and jog off ahead to scout the way.