The forest you have been passing through has been getting more dense, tangled, and gloomier than before. The thick, twisted tree trunks, unnaturally misshapen limbs, writhing roots, clutching and grasping thorns and briars all seem to warn and ward you off, but you have forced and hacked your way through regardless. Now the strange growth has suddenly ended - you have stepped out of the thicket into a ravine-like area. The walls rise rather steeply to either side to a height of about 100’ or so - dark, streaked rock mingled with earth. Clumps of trees grow here and there, both on the floor of the ravine and up the sloping walls of the canyon. The opening you stand in is about 200’ wide. The ravine runs at least 400’ west (actually 440’) to where the western end rises in a steep slope. Here and there, at varying heights on all sides of the ravine, you can see the black mouths of cave-like openings in the rock walls. The sunlight is dim, the air dank, there is an oppressive feeling here - as if something evil is watching and waiting to pounce upon you. There are bare, dead trees here and there, and upon one, a vulture perches and gazes hungrily at you. A flock of ravens rises croaking from the ground, the beat of their wings and their cries magnified by the terrain to sound loud and horrible. Amongst the litter of rubble, boulders, and deadwood scattered about on the ravine floor, you can see bits of gleaming ivory and white -closer inspection reveals that these are bones and skulls of men, animals, and other things,. . . You know that you have certainly discovered the Caves Of Chaos.

"Well this looks to be a cheerful place." Cril comments after taking it in. He how ever readies his shield and sword.

Anders was decidedly irritated going through the ever-denser and tangling forest, doing his best to ward off tears in himself or his clothes. He used his staff to hold away branches and such when necessary, definitely glad those stronger and/or more skilled at the trail breaking were in front. He let out a sigh of relief when it abruptly ended and they entered the ravine, though the sudden high walls were a bit of a mild shock.

"No. you're right, it is a bit depressing, but that just means we're on the right track, yes? We are here to find, and rescue if needs be, some people, and that is what we are going to do." He forced a small smile on to his face, then quickly frowned at his staff and shook his head.

Lagos had not slept well.  Terrible dreams had prevented a restful sleep.  She awoke and readied herself for the day.  She meditated briefly, did prostrations and prayers to the Immortals, Dharmapalas and Boddhasatvas that her faith showed veneration for.

On the road she took up her place a few places behind Chelonia and only moved forward to clear branches and bushes out of the Tortles way.

She felt a foreboding presence as they trekked through the Bush.  An eirieness that kept her slightly on edge.  She kept her swords drawn and ready.