Sunspire Mountains the things that you've got coming will consume you

Wide shot on a valley tight with shadows. It's another sweltering summer day, but you wouldn't know it here. A lens flare devours the screen from left to right as we center on the three:

Derg and Colin up front, Renard in the backseat. They comb through the steep, wooded slope, taking notes in the quiet. Colin stops every so often to inspect a scent, turn over a rock, get a closer look through the thick matrix of trees and bushes. When he gets back up, his elbows are covered in dirt and leaves. He doesn't bother brushing them off.

A change in the air-- Renard stops. He's noticed it first. Then Derg. Colin is the last to look up and smell the blood.

He grimaces. The metallic viscosity of it spills into his mouth like heavy gas.