O.O.C: Very well. Assuming no-one has anything further they wish to do here..?
The battered, exhausted but intact party hoist their plunder-heavy packs and commence their slow, weary exit from the ruins of Caern Serenath, leaving the ancient elven ruin with its secrets intact, at least for now.
Progress is slow due to the combination of carried loot and exhaustion, but the ruins are left slowly behind. Flick attempts gallantly to take to the skies once more, but weariness and inclement weather cause him to withdraw frequently to the welcome resting place of Banoc's shoulder. It is while so-perched and stealing a glance back at the melancholy rubble perched atop the cliff that his fairy eyes go wide in alarm.
Standing atop the ruined battlements above the shattered gate - is that a tall, silhouetted figure staring fixedly back at him, gaunt, forbidding and still against the grey, roiling sky? Flick opens his mouth to cry an alarm, but even as he does so, another curtain of rain billows in from the sea.
By the time it passes, the battlements stand forlorn and bare...
Last Edit: Jan 15, 2013 16:19:37 GMT -5 by doctorx